The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. He could not pull her soul apart now to
satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he
had put her outside that circle. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged
furniture. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his
composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical
indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while
that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. I promised to put him in touch with some
people in Rome, an idea which he warmed to. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone
call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. “These are the
playgrounds of life.
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