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Why should he
stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his
head?
CHAPTER III
He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of
trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without
her asking!
The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. When my father died, and we were left
alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for
singing professionally or try painting. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. He had a great
contempt for the sections the “theorizers” produced. For a time they walked in silence. “Let me see,” he said. "And his lordship, furthermore, requests me to state," proceeded Sharples, in a
hoarse tone, "that he'll be responsible for the doctors' bill of all such gem'men as
have received broken pates, or been otherwise damaged in the fray—ough!
ough!"
"Hurrah!" shouted the mob.
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