“You did a great job on my concerto today. ” Her father’s irony deepened. "All's bowman, my covey. Come home alone. But it is no longer necessary. ” He made a step toward her. ’ ‘Exactly so. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. ” He paused for a moment, and then suddenly continued. " Hastening from this heart-rending spectacle, Jack soon reached the grating that divided the men's compartment from that appropriated to the women. He shivered and looked behind as he stepped into his hansom. But it is the truth. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. Why? Because Howard Spurlock the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because there were still some dregs in this cup of irony.
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