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Good riddance to bad rubbish. “I wanted to go to an art-student ball of which he disapproved. I don’t understand the workings of a gentleman’s mind. Come along, you mad jade. I’ve wanted you—always. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action without progress. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. The idea of leaving for Mexico had become unbearable, as he was so easy to like and perhaps even easier to love. "He has undertaken to finish this job by six o'clock, and I wish to see whether he'll be as good as his word. ‘And all to help me.
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