A sprinkling of callow youths, and a couple of pronounced young Jews, who were talking loudly together in some unintelligible jargon of the City. Without a word, the general reached out and took them, but his glance searched the girl’s face. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. No, let us dine here, and then go and have our coffee on the boulevards. That was what she was trying to make him understand. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed.
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