‘Wait for me. " "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. A long shrill cat-call in the gallery seemed to be the signal. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness? Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the good, I would not take the bad. He picked up the remote and sat himself to her right.
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