Given the proper incentive, who could say that he might not likewise go nobly to some fine end? She thrilled. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. " "And, what good would that do?" replied Ireton, sarcastically. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days.
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