“I was lonely. Her family are solid West End people, Kensington people. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. ‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question.
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