’ ‘Like your father,’ Gerald put in deliberately. " "Awake!—to be sure I am, my flash cove," replied Sheppard; "I'm down as a hammer. When I was younger, I was very sick with a deadly flu. If I did not love you en désespoir, I would assuredly blow off your head. CHAPTER XV. "Better than your company, Saint Giles," replied Sheppard; "so, shut the door, and make yourself scarce. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force.
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