But if I escape, my gratitude—"
"Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. It was something that would create a mutual
claim, a relationship. "Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. Nature is God,
Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same
thick legs. With me
behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And
just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate
intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally
distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson
ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. The three of them laughed joyously.
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