"Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch. " "Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of perplexity. The simile started a laugh in his throat. " Ah Cum shrugged. ” “Again,” he said, “I am going to be impertinent. She would write to Gerald. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke.
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