“All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it. . You have been burning paper, I see. Beauty has bloomed and faded. Just dreamed—and ran away even from my dreams. Lucy sighed. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. The Master of the Mint was accompanied by another gentleman almost as portly as himself, and quite as deliberate in his movements. He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any.
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