" And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL. “It isn’t quite that we’re toys. Now lend me your own hand. ‘Don’t be so absurd. ’ ‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed. Well, I'll take myself off. ‘No, but I seen the light, sir. He’s the sort of johnny who wouldn’t care about having a sister-in-law on the loose. The thought made her exquisitely happy. "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. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. By the middle of July he was in full health.
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