" "I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych Street," replied Jack. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. "Captain Darren," he added, sternly, "you shall hear from me. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth.
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