"My portrait!" echoed Jack. “Bother!” and decided that this was not so, and would not look to right or left again. It was bare of any furnishings. He had certain orders from which on no account was he to deviate. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. One point was that she was to wear fancy dress in the likeness of a Corsair’s bride, and the other was that she was to spend whatever vestiges of the night remained after the dance was over in London with the Widgett girls and a select party in “quite a decent little hotel” near Fitzroy Square. Stimulated by the promise of something handsome to drink, the man acquitted himself to admiration in the management of his lazy cattle. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. “Does Mr. She never knew what became of her farmer after that.
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