" "On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. "Hist!" cried Rowland, arresting his comrade.
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