Tottle

‘And what did the lady say to that?’ inquired Tottle, deeply interested.

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If Tottle had been a free agent, he would have allowed no one to leave the room on any pretence, except himself.

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If Tottle had been a free agent, he would have allowed no one to leave the room on any pretence, except himself.

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‘Tottle, will you “go in?”’ inquired Mr. Gabriel Parsons, as he approached him, wiping the perspiration off his face.

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‘What will you take?’ inquired Tottle, with the desperate suddenness of a man who knew that unless the visitor took his leave, he stood very little chance of taking anything else.

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‘Tottle,’ said Mr. Gabriel Parsons, ‘you know my way — off – hand, open, say what I mean, mean what I say, hate reserve, and can’t bear affectation.

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‘Certainly,’ whispered Tottle, whose courage was vanishing fast.

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‘Is Mr. Parsons at home?’ inquired Tottle of the man who opened the gate.

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Parsons, chuckling at the sally, and glancing at Tottle.

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Tottle thought he should have fainted for shame, and it is quite impossible to imagine what effect the joke would have had upon the lady, if dinner had not been, at that moment, announced.

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