"I have nothing. " "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. You—It’s jolly of you to confide in me. "Ah! now we come to business," returned Jonathan, rubbing his hands, gleefully. . . . She had found it in 1988, the year of the stock market crash.
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