" And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. . “You cannot say that you did not expect me,” he answered. "What was it?" He was insistent. Yon must be mine to-night. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. There's nothing on the card to indicate it, but I'm a detective. By this time, he had apparently accomplished all he desired; for moving the bottle out of Jack's reach, he appropriated it entirely to his own use, leaving the devoted lad to the care of the females. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent.
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