" "You think so, eh?" chuckled Shotbolt, who was eagerly perusing the reward, and congratulating himself upon his caution; "you think so—ha! ha! Well, don't go to bed, that's all. " CHAPTER XVIII. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. “The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna,” he remarked. " "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. Manning? I suppose there’s a sort of place like a ticket-office. "The Chevalier shall hear of this," whispered the woollen-draper. All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. He was going to settle I forget how many millions upon me, and I think that I was dazzled. I know in Paris you pinched and scraped that your sister might have the dresses and entertainments she desired.
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