Jackson. Possessed, at one time, of a share in the South Sea stock, he conceived himself worth twenty thousand pounds. Superimposed was the agitating thought of what would follow the death of this unwelcome guest: confusion, poking authorities, British and American red tape. “How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants.
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