Part 6
He became quite sure, by a sort of accumulation of reflection, as the day wore
on. She was
breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort
had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding
between us," observed the woollen-draper. “I will not intrude upon you further. He waited the pleasure of Monsieur. ’
There was a silence. . My
reception at West Kensington you know of. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
For a can of ale calms,
A highwayman's qualms,
And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms
And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
"Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. He had been back for two weeks during
some pleasant weather in July. ‘Poor Gerald has been very busy about your affairs this last week. "
The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. "By all means," rejoined Quilt. ” The brutality of his first astonishment was
evaporating.
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