Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. " "Generous girl!" cried Jack from behind the skreen. For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat. Gifts came from Florence: rubies and emeralds, a beautiful statue of Santa Maria for their garden grotto, a gorgeous silk tapestry of a hunting scene that alone made the price of her dowry look paltry. I have but to give a hint of that boy's existence in the proper quarter, and his life will not be worth a day's purchase. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. What about them?” He called a hansom. “Yes. “But your hair,” he gasped. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. I'm sorry. “TROUSERS!” she whispered.
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