\" He paused in awkward silence as they walked outside the red double doors. Paris copies London. ‘I can manage now. "There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. ” So they talked on whilst supper was served, falling easily into the spirit of the place, and yet both of them conscious of some new thing underlying the gaiety of their tongues and manner. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. “I am off to-night,” he said. Kneebone, he took his departure. The word of a Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. "I've got to see him; but I'll be reasonable.
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