"I'm afraid, Jack, you'll come to the gallows," observed the smith; "buth if you do, I'll go to Tyburn to see you. Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s. "Mr. "Confusion!" cried he; "there is another boat in our wake. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. ’ He thought she wished to conceal her identity because of the connexion with you, and he offered her an engagement at once. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone.
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