"Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. Ruth and Spurlock separated, the one embarrassed, the other utterly dumfounded. Wait a second. And look down, so. He seldom spoke, and drank with a persistence that was sinister. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms. It was the girl. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. Charley Pevenill was our host.
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