My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. "Spare me!" Jonathan, however, instead of answering him, searched for his knife, with the intention of severing his wrist. ’ He only laughed.
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