. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. ” Thank Heaven! Mr. "No," replied Jack, peremptorily. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. . " "You'll dance upon nothing, presently," rejoined Jonathan, brutally. He was an outside broker and the proprietor of a financial newspaper; he had come up very rapidly in the last few years, and Mr. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps.
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