I don’t want to bother you, of course. . " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. No mercenary consideration influences me. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. " "Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you," replied Wood. Never mind. "If there is any honour in you, stop and think. Life’s hard enough nowadays for an unprotected male. ‘Did you sigh and flutter your eyelashes?’ ‘Certainly I did. And yet, on the very site of the sordid tenements and squalid courts we have mentioned, where the felon openly made his dwelling, and the fraudulent debtor laughed the object of his knavery to scorn—on this spot, not two centuries ago, stood the princely residence of Charles Brandon, the chivalrous Duke of Suffolk, whose stout heart was a well of honour, and whose memory breathes of loyalty and valour.
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