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Part 3 She dressed carefully for dinner in a black dress that her father liked, and that made her look serious and responsible. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. They had their little dreams about her. You've betrayed yourself, Thames. ‘How fascinating. “It’s a flabby, loose-willed world we have to face. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. "And, may I be cursed if I ever did anything in my whole life which gave me so much satisfaction. She shuddered. Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was obstructed by an iron bar.
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