"Stay!" cried Wood, "this is a most perplexing business—if you really are privy to the affair——" "We'll talk of it to-morrow, Sir," returned Jackson, cutting him short. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed. It became suddenly glaringly apparent to her that it was impossible to return fifteen pounds or any sum less than twenty pounds to Ramage—absolutely impossible. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. The hurricane had now reached its climax. “This is the slavery of the veiled life. He's a nice boy, a good student. Good riddance.
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