"He has," says the duke. "But he has his reward, you know: nobody likes him. By the by, what horrid bad times they are having in your land!—ricks of hay burning nightly, cattle killed, everybody boycotted, and small children speared!",
"And three-quarters. Don't deceive yourself, my dear fellow: they can't be here one moment before a quarter to eight.",
"Why need you go until after Christmas?" she says, in a tone so low that he can barely hear her..
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