I went to
the theatre that night. “Yes, John. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a
chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's
'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. Looking sullen, he released the handle and sat back. How
would he act when he learned that it had vanished?
She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. At second
hand it would be unendurable. I am dreadfully sad. Kneebone smiled assent. “Kindly explain it to me. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. The young lady I was
with is not married at all. And I have seen work by his pupils myself that
struck me as being—well, next door to shameful. ”
She came closer.
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