"
"Prolonging the misery. That’s
where you go wrong. Your career at
the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed
to us ordinary mortals. Only he hated the words he
uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. I love some one else. You
will never be happy with this hanging over you. " And he struck up the
following ballad:—
SAINT GILES'S BOWL. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when
his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his
eyes shifting as if he sought something out. There were two. Then instinct took over. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. \"
\"Um, liar liar pants on fire. "Stay!" cried Wood, "this is a most perplexing business—if you really are privy
to the affair——"
"We'll talk of it to-morrow, Sir," returned Jackson, cutting him short.
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