“Don’t!” she begged. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout —haw! haw!" "If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master, joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain; but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. ’ He bowed. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. "Suppose we go and have tea? I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the Victoria instead. ” She paused. You are very kind. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. Half an hour passed, but Jack did not make his appearance. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. " "You'll dance upon nothing, presently," rejoined Jonathan, brutally. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun.
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