"I witnessed the bet. ‘Tell me what you know of Miss Charvill?’ he ordered severely. . "Oh! Jack! Jack!—you
little know what a price I've paid for you!"
"Well, I'm glad those women are gone," remarked Shotbolt. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette
of Canongate. “We have,” he said, “to be the utmost friends. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some
knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and
looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and
demanded the price. Lucy snatched it up and put it in
her pack. All alone; and nobody cared whether he
lived or died. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted,
hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the
sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless
energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters.
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