“Aren’t we all just odds and ends of humanity —the left-overs, you know. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him. Things happen to women—proper women—and all they have to do is to take them well. Half an hour afterwards the body of Jack was carefully examined. When he said, “Let’s go and see the wart-hog,” she thought no one ever had had so quick a flow of good ideas as he; and when he explained that sugar and not buns was the talisman of popularity among the animals, she marvelled at his practical omniscience. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. Sheppard. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. What a heat that news had wrought.
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