“Come, we must go home and have some luncheon. “Guineas, of course,” Mr. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. He thought, too, of the fretful invalid who lay in the next room to his, whose money had created his business and made his position in the world.
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