Nor did Sir Robert Vermuyden until his daughter's step, light as thistledown that morning, and now uncertain and lagging, passed out of hearing, and--and at last a door closed on the floor above.
— from Chippinge Borough by Stanley John Weyman
Well, if that ar' lawyer won't think me a nice 'un, and like as not a thief."
— from Marguerite Verne; Or, Scenes from Canadian Life by Rebecca Agatha Armour
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