I've had a good feed, and I shall turn in straight off.

I want to get out at six o'clock to-morrow if I can.

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I shan't disturb you by my getting up; it will be long before you are awake.' And he came forward into the room.
While her eyes followed his movements, Ella softly pushed the photograph further out of sight.
'Sure you're not ill ?' he asked, bending over her.
'No, only wicked!' 'Never mind that.' And he stooped and kissed her.
Next morning Marchmill was called at six o'clock; and in waking and yawning she heard him muttering to himself: 'What the deuce is this that's been crackling under me so ?' Imagining her asleep he searched round him and withdrew something.

Through her half-opened eyes she perceived it to be Mr.Trewe.
'Well, I'm damned!' her husband exclaimed.
'What, dear ?' said she.
'O, you are awake?
Ha! ha!' 'What do you mean ?' 'Some bloke's photograph--a friend of our landlady's, I suppose.