“I can’t believe it. I have calculated my chances, you perceive. Part 2
She found the younger generation of the Widgetts engaged in languid
reminiscences, and all, as they expressed it, a “bit decayed. EPOCH THE SECOND. I want you to think of me just as if I was a man,
and quite outside marriage altogether. Tol-de-rol!"
As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thames sprang
through the aperture. Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears;
and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh
apprehensions. “When are you going away?” He asked. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I
am saying.
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