" Jack again seized the bar, and, dashing it furiously against the door, speedily burst it open. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health. He would be off her case just as soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy families lining up to choose from. She opened this and scrambled out—a thing she had not done for five long years of adolescence— upon the leaded space above the built-out bath-room on the first floor. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. ‘Pray you, do me this one little service, and do not ask me why.
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