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" "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort. " The tone was neutral. I sha'n't utter a word. It is the worst of talk under such social circumstances that it is always getting cut off so soon as it is beginning; and I went home that afternoon feeling I had said nothing—literally nothing—of the things I had meant to say to you and that were coursing through my head. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. " "Vouldn't it!" replied Jack, mimicking his snuffling voice; "then shtay vere you are, and be cursed to you. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. “But that’s not all. “There is my aunt,” she said.
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