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Miss Coleman, getting up in a fluster, went hurrying to the door.
'I won't have that young man in my house. I won't have him! Don't let him dare to put his nose across my doorstep.'
I endeavoured to appease her perturbation.
'I promise you that he shall not come in, Miss Coleman. My friend here, and I, will go and speak to him outside.'