“I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. “‘Go it, missie,’ they said; “kick aht!’ “I swore at that policeman—and disgusted him. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son.
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