It wouldn’t be you. "I've done with you. Your pets are gone. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. Of course, he had no idea who I was. "Bah!" cried Jack, contemptuously; "nobody's disgraced and ruined unless he's found out.
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