"I can never get poor
Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after
his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. But I’m not a slut either, if
that’s what you think. After dessert was finished, John took Lucy for a ride in
his car. ‘You have something more to tell me?’
Jack grinned. Sir John was not used to such glances, and he liked
them. Cecilia’s
even though it is far too much money. But don’t run away with the idea
that I’m hanging out for a wife at last, because I’m not. You will
survive, mark my words. It was necessary to think,
and think quickly. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor. As you admitted to me—one has to
square one’s self with the world. Taking the opposite course from that which he had hitherto pursued
when it has been necessary to attend him in his visits to the lower part of his
premises, he struck into a narrow passage on the right, which he tracked till he
came to a small door, like the approach to a vault. He
had the appearance of a man who has known no rest for many nights. A short flight of steps brought him to a dark passage, into which he plunged.
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