"Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer me that. ’ ‘What heir?’ ‘Exactly. "Nor any one else, I suspect," answered Ireton, winking significantly. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. The lantern was on the ground inside, ready. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. You know I call that positively wicked. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings. The latter seemed inclined to advance and address the former; but suddenly changing his mind, he shouted to his companion in tones familiar to the stranger's ear; and, striking spurs into his steed, dashed off at full speed along the Edgeware Road. ’ ‘That is what you thought of me. .
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