"
"Beat out their brains, you mean," rejoined Blueskin with a tremendous
imprecation; "no half measures now, Master. All the party were greatly interested by Sheppard's history—
especially Figg, who laughed loud and long at the escape from the Condemned
Hold. But, hang it, I know it's good!"
"Of course it is!"
In the afternoon he began work on another tale. The very
carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the
bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. His reputation was slightly tainted by his
marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired
beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. He could not pull her soul apart now to
satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he
had put her outside that circle. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended,
although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity.
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