Oh! sure to, says that Stafford; and goes on taking sips of his drink as if he had no interest in the matter.
"Cloete presses him a bit; but the other observes, impudent and languid like: You see, there's no future in a thing like that--is there?
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Oh! no, says Cloete.

Certainly not.

I don't mean this to have any future--as far as you are concerned.