As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it. “Cheveney!” she repeated. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks. I’m glad I did.
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