’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. “Forgive you, indeed. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. “I’ll bring it to-morrow. "I can't say I did," replied Wood, somewhat reluctantly; "what with the confusion incident to the storm, and the subsequent press of business, I put it off till it was too late. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Wood turned over to obtain a more comfortable position. " "Till midnight," replied Jack.
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