Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. They were at the corner of Pall Mall now, and had come to a standstill. The Yale spirit! Ah Cum smiled whimsically. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. Marry me. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. I told him instantly and shamelessly that the play was going to be worth ten thousand pounds.
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