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we are. "By all means," rejoined Quilt. It was the first—and the last!
At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. ’
‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. He eyed the young couple with the tragic history behind them, and could only
suppose that familiarity had dulled their senses. The coolies proceeded at a swinging, mincing trot, which gave to the
suspended seat a dancing action similar to that of a suddenly agitated hangingspring of a birdcage. “I wonder what you could do?” he said. They walked two by two to the car, looking the part of
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two weary spouses supporting their drunken mates after
an all-night bender. Jarvis
did not leave a will. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and
four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of
poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its
present inmate. Though meant to produce a totally different effect, the narrative seemed
to excite the risible propensities rather than the commiseration of his auditor; and
when Mr.
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