“I trust,” he said, “that you will recognize the justice of these conditions. "If I had, you'd not have seen me here," replied Jack, sullenly. “I suppose you know I like you tremendously?” he pursued. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. Even as she watched, the sweat of weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—absolutely impossible. Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. But—it’s one of the things I’ve just been thinking over. To compare me to a starving pig.
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