The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Wood could stand it no longer. ‘She?’ ‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. So here I am, king of all I survey, with a predilection for poker, a scorched liver, and a piano-player. Jack instantly started to his feet, and the man, alarmed at his appearance, ran off to a neighbouring house.
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