I spoke a thought aloud. "The devil!" ejaculated Jonathan. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler. He has no imagination, no real generosity. It was scarcely likely that she would have accepted his aid. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober.
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