‘Your wife?’
‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. I've an idea it'll be that
long before the chap gets up. ‘I only
wish I might have won her confidence. ‘I
am far from imagining anything of the kind. ‘What do you want with me? Why did you catch me?’
‘You intrigue me,’ he told her frankly. His business
has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all,
he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it,
too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the
number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. His vocal collection comprised a couple of flash
songs pasted against the wall, entitled 'The Thief-Catcher's Prophecy,' and the
'Life and Death of the Darkman's Budge;' while his extraordinary mechanical
skill was displayed in what he termed (Jack had a supreme contempt for
orthography,) a 'Moddle of his Mas. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and
short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. I was to
blame to carry the matter so far. “I have not left this
apartment myself. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as
stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned,
Mrs. A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance.
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