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" "Good enough for me. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. What do you say to Brighton——” Anna looked at him quietly—and he never finished his sentence. Only in man is the male made the most important. But I never betray an old customer. I’m glad I did. You know I call that positively wicked. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. But here’s what is different this time. It’s an engagement ring. Why? Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony.
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