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What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. “I suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently. . "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. Cursed him for his devotion that had made him come back for her, only to get himself shot by the fiendish Gosse. ‘I was just looking the place over when I heard you calling out. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. It was the size of my palm. “Most of it is ugly and frowsy,” she declared, “but it isn’t worth talking about. Tell me exactly what has happened.
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