“I must explain to her. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. “You can’t imagine,” he said, “what a beastly thing a furtive love affair can be.
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