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"If I am the devil," observed Wild, "as some folks assert, and I myself am not unwilling to believe, you'll find that I differ from the generally-received notions of the arch-fiend, and faithfully execute the commands of those who confide their souls to my custody. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. " "Not I," replied Jack; "I'm too comfortable where I am. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. " "Aye, music hits them. But, here they are. The assemblage was for the most part, if not altogether, composed of persons to whom vice in all its aspects was too familiar to present much of novelty, in whatever form it was exhibited. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. ’ ‘She behaved like a madwoman,’ Hilary declared roundly.
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