The effort to maintain her self-control was almost superhuman. They could not go on. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. How she hated talking of the man who was responsible for her being brought into the world. By this time, Jack's reputation had risen to such a height with the populace,—his exploits having become the universal theme of discourse, that the streets were almost impassable for the crowds collected to obtain a view of him. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. “Now,” he said, quietly, “it’s time we stopped this nonsense. ’ She tossed her head. Everything was blurred. Wood," she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me.
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