” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. " "I cannot repent,—I cannot pray," replied Jack, recovering his hardened demeanour.
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