While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. “We’ve all been mixing our ideas, and we’ve got intellectual hot coppers— every blessed one of us. Do take them away from me after I have had four. Every one else does. Do I, Bess, eh?" "Nobody whatever, love," replied Edgeworth Bess; "nobody but me, dear.
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