"Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. The gong will go at seven-thirty. I want you. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. So he decided to stay. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. “You will pardon me, sir,” he said in a subdued tone, “but I think that you have forgotten to look at your engagement book.
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