"It's the ordinary's signature, undoubtedly," replied Jack. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. She was powerless to move from her chair. But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. Gerald watched its approach with vague interest, which quickened when he saw that it was drawing up outside the very house out of which he had just stepped. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch.
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