‘It is all the fault of that lantern. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk. He saw the colossal selfishness of his act; but he could not beg off on the plea of abnormality. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. The advanced guard had endeavoured to disperse the mob in Field Lane, but were not prepared to meet with the resistance they encountered. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. Still, it was true about men. " "Be pacified, sweet soul," said Wood, looking meaningly at Thames; "you shall go, and I will accompany you.
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