They were so
nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand. It needs
cultivating, I think. ‘Would you have me face my
maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell
you, for your father would not have done. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right
across it. Prepared as he was for a dreadful shock, and with his nerves strung to endure it,
Jack absolutely recoiled before the appalling object that met his gaze. But her great-aunt was
nodding, as if this was what she had expected. "There's a
guinea to drink our health," she added, slipping a piece of money into his hand. “We are to begin our married life to-night—here
where I first met you. Vee’s all right. The dog was, in a
sense, a gift of the gods.
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