"Or the street," returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not built that can
keep me. If he stayed in the basement apartment as was his usual
habit, she would have no problem. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was
nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. That's worth
something to me; for I don't mind paying for revenge. I owe his mother one, and will repay
the debt, with interest, to her son. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. "
"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. One night she apparently fell asleep. ‘But I find you excessively rude, Gérard.
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