"Sir Rowland is murdered!" cried Jack, as soon as he could find a tongue. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. You say that this gentleman was with you?” “I was,” Brendon answered, “most providentially. A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City.
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