The Definite Object - A Romance of New York by Jeffery Farnol
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and dismal that I love not the telling of, for, Mrs. Trapes, that more
than hopeless wretch stands, or rather sits, before you!" "Save us!" ejaculated Mrs. Trapes, "meanin' yourself?" "My unworthy self!" "Lord!" she whispered, "what you been a-doin' of?" "Wasting a promising life, Mrs. Trapes!" "You mean," she questioned in a harsh whisper, "you mean as you've--killed some one--accidental?" "Oh, no, the life was mine own, Mrs. Trapes." "Land sakes, Mr. Geoffrey, you give me quite a turn! Y' see, sometimes folks gets theirselves killed around here--an' it's always accidental--sure!" and Mrs. Trapes nodded meaningly and went on chewing. "But say," she demanded, suddenly sharp of eye, "where does Arthur come in?" "Arthur comes in right here, Mrs. Trapes! In fact, Arthur broke into my--er--life just when things were at their darkest generally. Arthur found me very depressed and gloomy. Arthur taught me that life might yet have its uses. Arthur lifted me out of the Slough of Despond. Arthur brought me--to you! And behold! life is good and perchance shall be even better if--ah yes, if! So you see, my dear Mrs. Trapes, Arthur has done much for me, consequently I have much to thank Arthur for. Indeed, I look upon Arthur--" |
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