" The Wastrel laughed. It was no use. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. Jackson appears to do, it can't be very offensive to be told, that he's like him. Taber is the name. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. He had set out to win her, and she had let him start.
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