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Uncle Silas - A Tale of Bartram-Haugh by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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'I say, Miss, I dropped a glove close by here. May you have seen it?'

'No, sir,' I said, drawing back a little, and looking, I dare say, both
frightened and offended.

'I do think I must 'a dropped it close by your foot, Miss.'

'No, sir,' I repeated.

'No offence, Miss, but you're sure you didn't hide it?'

I was beginning to grow seriously uncomfortable.

'Don't be frightened, Miss; it's only a bit o' chaff. I'm not going to
search.'

I called aloud, 'Madame, Madame!' and he whistled through his fingers, and
shouted, 'Madame, Madame,' and added, 'She's as deaf as a tombstone, or
she'll hear that. Gi'e her my compliments, and say I said you're a beauty,
Miss;' and with a laugh and a leer he strode off.

Altogether this had not been a very pleasant excursion. Madame gobbled up
our sandwiches, commending them every now and then to me. But I had been
too much excited to have any appetite left, and very tired I was when we
reached home.

'So, there is lady coming to-morrow?' said Madame, who knew everything.
'Wat is her name? I forget.'

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