"If I am the devil," observed Wild, "as some folks assert, and I myself am not unwilling to believe, you'll find that I differ from the generally-received notions of the arch-fiend, and faithfully execute the commands of those who confide their souls to my custody. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. . Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth than punctilio demanded. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot are dying to see you. I wonder——” He turned slowly round.
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