"
"Ah! indeed! what's he doing here?" inquired Jack. Jackson. “Thank you—and good-bye. "
So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow,
proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted,
crackled within the rusty grate. "What have you got there in your
breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?"
The dam broke, but not with violence. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall. "Now, Sir,
I'll trouble you for your coat. You
simply can’t. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. But I
do not even care if I am absurd. . Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off
against the rich man's luxury.
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