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Not at all!" From Miss Pross. ¡¡¡¡"You think there never might have been a Mrs. Lorry?" asked the gentleman of that name. ¡¡¡¡"Pooh!" rejoined Miss Pross; "you were a bachelor in your cradle." ¡¡¡¡"Well!" observed Mr. Lorry, beamingly adjusting his little wig, "that seems probable, too." ¡¡¡¡"And you were cut out for a bachelor," pursued Miss Pross, "before you were put in your cradle." ¡¡¡¡"Then, I think," said Mr. Lorry, "that I was very unhandsomely dealt with, and that I ought to have had a voice in the selection of my pattern. Enough! Now,

my dear Lucie," drawing his arm soothingly round her waist, "I hear them moving in the next room, and Miss Pross and I, as two formal folks of business, are anxious not to lose the final opportunity of saying something to you that you wish to hear. You leave your good father, my dear, in hands as earnest and as loving as your own; he