” He turned to the waiter, who held a wine-card. I thought that I was marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. He was a young man of about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable expression of cunning pervading his countenance. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. "No!" she cried. She isn't used to cities.
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