’ Chapter Five ‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less relaxation. I hated the stuff. But we're neglecting the punch all this time. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. Go and live somewhere else. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little excitement. Before she passed out she turned and faced Sir John. Wood. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him. The light touch of Ah Cum's hand upon her arm broke the thread of retrospective thought; and her gray eyes began to register again the things she saw. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. I want him as my friend.
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