"Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see
you here. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off
against the rich man's luxury. ’
He took a pace forward, seizing the gun with one hand, while the other locked
her arm so that he could forcibly wrest the weapon from her. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. He just
walked in a few minutes ago. Cathy Beck was
outraged. You Ann Veronica?”
“Rather! I say—did you marry Gwen?”
“Yes. My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to
hurt your feelings. What can she be? The wife of a country
tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too.
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