"No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part
of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the
melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. "'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day. "
"Zounds!" exclaimed Quilt, "did you kill him?"
"Not quite," replied Terence, laughing; "but I brought him to his senses. \"
\"Oh, that is pretty. I don’t suppose a girl can tell if a man is in love with her or not in love
with her. Here he halted;
and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a
gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name
he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended
the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. And don't neglect my instructions this time. ‘Unheard of, ain’t
it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies.
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