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Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. It was late before Jonathan ventured to his own house, where he remained up all night, and kept his janizaries and other assistants well armed. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. Jack and his comrade went to the Mint, where he was joined by Edgeworth Bess, with whom he sat down most unconcernedly to supper. Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary finery.
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