“I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. It amounted to two-and-twenty pounds. "Take her," cried Jonathan; and, flinging the now inanimate body of the poor widow, who had fainted in the struggle, into the arms of Thames, he leapt through the window, and by the time the latter could consign her to Wood, and dart after him, he had disappeared. She was consumed by misery and hate.
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