She threw her arms around Rollo's neck and laid her cheek upon the flea-bitten head. She looked up, and recognized Mr. Near by stood Ah Cum and the young unknown, the former protesting gently, the latter insistent upon his demands. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once.
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