‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. ‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. "Get in wid ye, ye villin!" And, despite his resistance, Shotbolt was thrust into the chair, which was instantly fastened upon him. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account.
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