" "Rely on me," rejoined Kneebone. You know all this stuff is insured. He told me that he was a millionaire. However, to cut a long matter short, my proposal's this: —I've taken a fancy to your bantling, and, as I've no son of my own, if it meets with your concurrence and that of Mrs. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. We may be stopped. It does not matter to him either way. " "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box.
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