Mac would have some new yarns to spin and a fresh turn-over to his celebrated liver. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. “I want to lay all my life at your feet. None this end. " "Not a farthing more, I assure you," rejoined Ireton, pettishly; "we're all on the square here. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. And, if ever I'm brought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. ‘That’s not much comfort.
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