‘Who, the émigrés?’
‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. His food lay untouched about his
plate. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves,
Ferringhall,” he remarked. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. We'll see whether
he'll get rid of his new bonds?" he added with a brutal laugh, which was echoed
by the bystanders. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had
left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in
the practices of microscopic petrography. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. You've got me interested and curious. Give me my pistol and
my dagger. "Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see
you here. Many a black veil hid a
high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. She never
grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed
against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the
inner temple—Spurlock's study. To-night all London believes that he was your husband.
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