"It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the
Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in
a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. Well, after a time there came a fever in my blood. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the
ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. I was reduced to
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a fool, for there were many pretty women from all walks
of life in that teeming city. “There is something to be said for the lady-like theory after all,” she admitted. Would it be Thérèse?’
She shook her head. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped
abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. Impassive by nature and training, he was
conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by
a dull background of disappointment. I feel years younger, a man again. She was unusually pale, and her eyes were
brilliant. Fifty in advance.
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