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The Green Silk Purse

           Sedley’sextendedhandandkissingitrespectfully."Howkindyouallaretome!All,"sheadded,withalaugh,"exceptyou,Mr.Joseph."

           "Me!"saidJoseph,meditatinganinstantdeparture"GraciousHeavens!GoodGad!MissSharp!’

           "Yes;howcouldyoubesocruelastomakemeeatthathorridpepper-dishatdinner,thefirstdayIeversawyou?YouarenotsogoodtomeasdearAmelia."

           "Hedoesn’tknowyousowell,"criedAmelia.

           "Idefyanybodynottobegoodtoyou,mydear,"saidhermother.

           "Thecurrywascapital;indeeditwas,"saidJoe,quitegravely."PerhapstherewasNOTenoughcitronjuiceinitno,therewasNOT."

           "Andthechilis?"

           "ByJove,howtheymadeyoucryout!"saidJoe,caughtbytheridiculeofthecircumstance,andexplodinginafitoflaughterwhichendedquitesuddenly,asusual.

           "IshalltakecarehowIletYOUchooseformeanothertime,"saidRebecca,astheywentdownagaintodinner."Ididn’tthinkmenwerefondofputtingpoorharmlessgirlstopain."

           "ByGad,MissRebecca,Iwouldn’thurtyoufortheworld.

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