CHAPTER III. “I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. “Oh, that. "Will you take a guinea for it?" "Double that sum might tempt me," replied the Jew; "it's a nobleman's coat, upon my shoul!" "Here's the money," replied Jack, taking the coat. If I’d known, there would have been a different story. . ‘Well, this maid,’ went on Kimble eagerly, ‘and me, we gets to talking, see, and that’s how I knew he were off to this party. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. Sheppard was unwillingly compelled to listen. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. Sheppard, passionately,—"he has my boundless gratitude, and devotion. Say I will come to him.
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