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I don't see where the time has gone. Thanks, I
_will_ stay if you really mean to be kind to a poor old beggar.
Don't do anything extra on my account, though, just your regular
dinner, you know. No frills, if you please. "He looked himself over
in some uncertainty. "Will this rag of mine do?"
"We shan't notice it, Mr. Blithers," said she, and he turned the
remark over in his mind several times as he walked beside her toward
the house. Somehow it didn't sound just right to him, but for the
life of him he couldn't tell why. "We are quite simple folk, you
see," she went on desperately, making note of the fact that her
husband lagged behind like the coward he was. "Red Roof is as nothing
compared to Blitherwood, with its army of servants and--"
Mr. Blithers magnanimously said "Pooh!" and, continuing, remarked
that he wouldn't say exactly how many they employed but he was sure
there were not more than forty, including the gardeners. "Besides,"
he added gallantly, "what is an army of servants compared to the army
of Grasstock? You've got the real article, Mrs.


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