He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair; Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. ’ Still no response. But Jack and his companion were already gone. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please.
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