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" "Here it is," replied Edgeworth Bess. "Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. We don’t want no trouble, do we?’ At sight of him, everything went out of Melusine’s head but the thought of Jack Kimble. Jonathan Wild?" asked the attendant, in great trepidation. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards. In a fit of despondency, superinduced by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body was discovered, after a lapse of some months, such was the impression produced by the spectacle —such the alarm occasioned by the crazy state of the building, and, above all, by the terror inspired by strange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which were, of course, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily enjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely abandoned. Melusine—the real Melusine—would never have made such a stupid mistake. Milice,’ Gerald translated. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber.
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