"My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. He even hugged her a few times, something he had never done. " "Take it back yourself," retorted Jack, sullenly. ’ The eyes flashed momentarily. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. ‘But this Englishwoman,’ asked the man Valade, his puzzlement plain to see, ‘who was she?’ The question irritated Charvill. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable inhabitants.
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