Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. “Thanks, I’m not very fond of coffee,” Anna answered, “and I hate music. Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were questions which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from the lady. ‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces. A man is so apt to—to take women a little too lightly.
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