“I imagine,” Sir John said, “that your sister would acquaint him with it. That—that isn’t living! You are beside yourself. Oh, wait!’ She seized Jack’s arm as he was about to go out of the room. Montague Hill. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. ‘Get out! Out, I say! Think I want another miserable cowardly good-for-nothing wastrel on my hands? Begone! Out of my house!’ He drove them to the door, grimly satisfied when the girl’s nerve broke.
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