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"You're a bold fellow, Jack," rejoined the blacksmith. “You seem to have come from Miss Pellissier’s rooms. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. But to make an arrest to be like a revenge? No, a thousand times. Playing became a way of escape. They were wed in Florence, in the grandest cathedral she had ever seen, the Santa Maria del Fiore. "I am perhaps exceeding my authority in demanding so slight a sum," continued Jonathan, modestly, "and the Master of the Mint may not be disposed to let you off so lightly.
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