"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. " "I tell you what, Jack," said Gay, "I've several urgent engagements this morning; but I'll return to-morrow, and hear the rest of your story. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. It isn’t. She was no longer there.
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