“The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. You can’t look me in the eyes and say you don’t care for me. "I might return the question. No idea that you were here, though. ’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort. I once might have married you for your beauty,—now I marry you for your wealth. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. I do like to see old friends back here. I know London better than you, and I have had to earn my own living.
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