"
"On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately. But his hand was withheld
by Thames. “Oh, I know you would stop me if you
could. Her cheeks were aflame. The very
carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the
bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. She seemed honestly glad to see him. "Those
boys out there think this is some new religious rite and that you are skinning the
dog alive to eat him!"
The shock of this information loosened Spurlock's grip on the dog, who bolted
out of the kitchen and out of the house, maintaining his mile-a-minute gait until
he reached the jungle muck, where he proceeded to neutralize the poison with
which he had been lathered by rolling in the muck. "
"Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan
Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. Figg?" asked Gay. “But this is a surprise!” said Ramage.
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