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roused in me the spirit of mischief. 'But, of course, it may bring you within some other arm, you never can tell, you know,' I added.
Ermyntrude, in the full consciousness of never having been encircled by an arm in the whole of her life, looked up horror-struck.
Then, fortunately, the train came in, and Ermyntrude, unconsciously protected by the arm of the law in the shape of a railway constable, fought her way through to a second-class carriage.
