My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. ” “No doubt. " "Ay, here I am," said Jack, throwing off his hat and wig, and marching towards the group, amongst whom there was a general movement of surprise at his audacity. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. “You too sing?” he asked. 97 “For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to one side. Think! You could not have done it. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. "I don't see how I can improve it. "Rather cramped, eh?" "Rather so, Sir," replied the other, altering his position. "Think of me forgetting ten thousand so quickly!" "Go to, you old fraud! You'll never fool me again.
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