” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. Quilt was not long in following his example. “Thank you—and good-bye. You cannot arrest yourself. Thames did not attempt to offer him any consolation, for he was almost as much dejected. "You!" cried Jack, scornfully. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. But Darrell averted his head. The gentleman catched him i' th' fact, and we shut him up for safety i' that pris'n. " "Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh.
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