" "I didn't want it," replied Jack; "but who are those gentlemen?" "Friends of yours," replied Figg; "come to see you;—Sir James Thornhill, Mr. . " "Why, what the devil's this?" vociferated Jonathan, looking up. It never seems to enter their heads to try and amuse their menkind. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs. "Too late, master," replied the landlord of the Trumpeter, in a surly tone, for he did not much like the appearance of his customer; "just shut up shop. The musician. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. I guess we could go for a ride.
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