The Night-Cellar XVIII. I did not know you spoke Kanaka," he broke off. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. ’ He turned to the lodgekeeper behind him, whose shocked fear had given place to a direful frown. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. I'll not speak of Jack or Jonathan.
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