The Night-Cellar XVIII. "That he couldn't choose any one so agreeable to me. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. He felt he was human wisdom prudentially interpolated. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. " "And you flatter yourself you can detain me?" laughed Jack. During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. Wood having disposed of the brandy, and pronounced himself much better, hurried close to the fire-side, and informed his friend in a few words of the inhospitable treatment he had experienced from the gentlemen of the Mint; whereupon Mr. He'll mend, I hope.
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