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Her face fell. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old
gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general
terms, at least—what that accosting signified. "
"None whatever," replied the mob. "Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see
you here. Maggot. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play
the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. Before he even glanced at the man on the
floor he stepped over to her side and took the poker from her. "I have
baffled you. ”
“Of course you’re converted?” she said. "
"I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor
mother's account than my own. "
"Do you want me to tell her that I am grateful?"
"Well, aren't you?"
"I don't know; I really don't know. She disengaged her hands and stood up. ”
“And now—I am to lose you. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully.
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