“Oh, damn!” he said. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. In after years, some pitying hand supplied the inscription, which ran thus— JACK SHEPPARD THE END. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. Following her lead, he fortified himself with a swallow of the excellent Madeira before responding. I tell you, that girl would jump into the sea, rather. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg.
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