“All of which doesn’t help me in the slightest degree to pay back that money. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. "Let me see the earth thrown over her," implored Jack; "and take me where you please. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair. "I yield to fate.
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