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She would just have suited me,' says Mr. Franklin. `I never settle on anything either. Betteredge, your edge is better than ever. Your daughter said as much, when I asked for particulars about the jugglers. "Father will tell you, sir. He's a wonderful man for his age; and he expresses himself beautifully." Penelope's own words--blushing divinely. Not even my respect for you prevented me from--never mind; I knew her when she was a child, and she's none the worse for it. Let's be serious. What did the jugglers do?'
I was something dissatisfied with my daughter--not for letting Mr. Franklin kiss her; Mr. Franklin was welcome to that--but for forcing me to tell her foolish story at second hand. However, there was no help for it now but to mention the circumstances. Mr. Franklin's merriment all died away as I went on. He sat knitting his eyebrows, and twisting his beard. When I had done, he repeated after me two of the
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