"Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast. Maybe it’s his loss. ‘Gerald, what have you been about? Dorothée tells me that you were flirting outrageously with Madame Valade on Monday night. Yet you can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him. To use it as a passport to card-tables and gin-bottles! McClintock wasn't having any guests; at any rate, he had not mentioned the fact.
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