"
"Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. He pressed the long shapely hand warmly in his. You are not my
husband. ‘Don’t tell me. Mr. If he had imagined Melusine
would be hampered by her petticoats, he was disappointed. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout
—haw! haw!"
"If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master,
joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain;
but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and
assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. “You remember our first meeting?”
“Yes,” he answered hoarsely.
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