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Monsieur Charvill, he is also my cousin. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him worthy of you. “Bother it all!” she swore. He meant to take her out of this room, perhaps even out of the house. ’ ‘I do not need the rescue from such as you. There were cakes and sandwiches—for Ennison a sort of Elysian feast, long to be remembered. "Something more than whisky did that. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room.
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