It shall be the bludgeon. " "You need not," replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction. "Well, how goes it?" he asked. He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners. His face was white. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. Too much, perhaps. He laughed at her heartily, and she laughed too as she had not for a year. "Mrs.
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