" "You trusted too much to your own skill, Jack," rejoined Thames. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. ‘And if it is true that you love me, I do not know why it is that you do not kiss me again at once. “I don’t see that his being a good sort matters.
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