" "My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter. “Certainly. " "All right. "Is it a bargain?" "Take half of my estate—take all—my life, if you will—I am weary of it!" cried Trenchard passionately. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. It was open. After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip. I want to tell every one.
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