"That's it!" cried Wild when Trenchard concluded. “I’ve gotta go. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. \"Oh. At other times he seemed to have regained the normal completely. I asked you to go. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. He could not tell whether she was English or American. Besides, I'm afraid her simple honesty will spoil any invented yarn. The doctor said you wrote. For all that, it is folly.
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