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"Inconsistencies," answered Iht,

but imputed to ht, when Mr Bulstrode returned froood wife met hi-roo her honest eyes upon hireeablefor you--it has made me

quite uncomfortable"

"What kind of man, my dear," said Mr Bulstrode, dreadfully certain of

the answer

"A red-faced e whiskers, and most impudent in his manner

He declared he was an old friend of yours, and said you would be sorry

not to see him He wanted to wait for you here, but I told hi Most impudent he

was!--stared at me, and said his friend Nick had luck in wives I

don't believe he would have gone away, if Blucher had not happened to

break his chain and coarden; so I said, 'You'd better go away--the dog is very fierce, and I

can't hold hi of such a man?"

"I believe I knoho he is, my dear," said Mr Bulstrode, in his usual