“What can one say?” she exclaimed. “You see,” he said, “it is doubtful if we can ever marry. I did all for the best, I'm sure. He has a grand time. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. Old Kesterton, choleric-looking individual nearly opposite, will curse the cooking till he’s black in the face, but he never misses a dinner. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate the art of discrimination.
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