“I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive. The discourse, then, turned to Darrell's old playmate, Jack Sheppard; and Mr. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. A woman has a perfect right to choose her own husband, but Nigel seemed to think that there was something a little mysterious about your treatment of him. He meditated, and began a new paragraph.
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