"What do you want fot that coat, friend?" asked Jack, as he came up. Observing Spurlock's spellbound attitude, he clapped the boy on the shoulder. ’ ‘What heir?’ ‘Exactly. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. See, it is on my cards—M. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once.
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