” “Why in Heaven’s name should I forget?” he cried. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. Not conceiving that his sister—feeble as she was, and yielding as she had ever shown herself to his wishes, whether expressed or implied—would depart without consulting him, he was equally surprised and enraged to hear the servants busied in transporting her to the carriage. A lovely, fetching girl. Stir a foot, and I strike. He was an officer, and a person of very great sense, and altogether a desirable parti. Call her Miss Pellissier, eh? I tell you she’s my wife, and I’ve got the certificate in my pocket. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. Austin, may repeat it if he pleases to his master, Jonathan Wild,—I have not. The Night-Cellar XVIII.
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