It happens without any aid of mine, pretty often.' John Baptist having smoked his cigarette down to his fingers' ends, Monsieur Rigaud had the magnanimity to throw him another.

He lighted the second at the ashes of the first, and smoked on, looking sideways at his companion, who, preoccupied with his own case, hardly looked at him.
'Monsieur Barronneau left a widow.

She was two-and-twenty.

She had gained a reputation for beauty, and (which is often another thing) was beautiful.

I continued to live at the Cross of Gold.