Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. It was an impulse. This key," he added, taking it from the boy, "was purloined from me by your father, Jack. You can do anything you please. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself. Perhaps you'll call that charity: I call it defeating the ends of justice. She looked at him gravely and squinted. “You can look as innocent and shocked as you please. But underneath this tolerance there is always the vague hope that your manhood will someday reassert itself. But, perhaps Mr. "Well?" he whispered. Imagine any one on this side refusing fifty bucks! Well, I'll be toddling along. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me.
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