She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. “One doesn’t wait,” said Ann Veronica. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr.
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