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AND THE GHOST'S BARGAIN. 357
divesting herself of her out-of-door attire, began to lay the cloth for supper.
" Ah, dear me, dear me, dear me!" said Mrs. Tetterby. " That's the way the world goes ! "
"Which is the way the world goes, my dear?" asked Mr. Tetterby, looking round. |
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" Oh, nothing," said Mrs. Tetterby.
Mr. Tetterby elevated his eyebrows, folded his newspaper afresh, and carried his eyes up it, and down it, and across it, but was wandering in his attention, and not reading it.
Mrs. Tetterby, at the same time, laid the cloth, but rather as if she were punishing the table than preparing the family supper; hitting it unnecessarily hard with the knives and forks, slapping |
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