And, by way of checking his housekeeper's familiarity, he pointed significantly to the table. "My plan is a very simple one," rejoined the thief-taker smiling bitterly. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. He sent me home. “You can’t think that I’m fool enough to be put off like this. ’ ‘Don’t you dare.
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