He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages
is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. It was hard
to resist. “Our ways happened to lie together. May I know your name?’
The lady eyed him. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but
jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find
them. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank
wearily into an easy chair. “We mustn’t have any unpleasantness, and Mr. '"
"'This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea. "
"Better she die by her own hand, than by that monster's," cried Jack, brandishing
the bar. But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell.
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