"Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. "I am innocent, f have stolen nothing. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on together in a rush. . . “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. The latter no sooner beheld him than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. Wild," he added, laughing, "it must be a stronger prison than Willesden cage that can hold me. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. "I've lost my wager. "You are all right?"—anxiously.
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