Don’t ask me how. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. The idea of leaving for Mexico had become unbearable, as he was so easy to like and perhaps even easier to love. "Do you mean to say that if I support your kid, I shan't bring him up how I please—eh?" "Don't question me, but leave me," replied the widow wildly; "you had better. " The Wastrel laughed. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. You might even tire of me by then, you know. " "There's but one way of clearing it, your worship," said the Master, archly. A cry was then raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of the mob was instantly directed to that quarter.
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