" "Not your only chance, Thames," returned Jack, in the same undertone; "but your best. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept. Anyhow, it were me as got you down to the wetnurse. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island. He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. Afterward she wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it.
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