‘I do not believe you. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. Now how in the world was he to get rid of the husband? His luck was in. She began to draw on her gloves thoughtfully. So this was what it was all about. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. I don’t know if I express myself clearly. Nothing, in short, was too extravagant to be related of it; and Jonathan, who delighted in investing himself and his residence with mystery, encouraged, and perhaps originated, these marvellous tales.
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