A Millionaire of Yesterday
  CHAPTER XXX  

  CHAPTER XXXI  

  CHAPTER XXXII  

  CHAPTER XXXIII  

  CHAPTER XXXIV  

  CHAPTER XXXV  

  CHAPTER XXXVI  

  CHAPTER XXXVII  

  CHAPTER XXXVIII  

  CHAPTER XXXIX  

  CHAPTER XL  

  CHAPTER XLI  

  CHAPTER XLII  

   

    

       CHAPTER I     

       “Filth,” grunted Trent—“ugh! I tell you what it is, my venerable friend—I have seen some dirty cabins in the west of Ireland and some vile holes in East London. I've been in some places which I can't think of even now without feeling sick. I'm not a particular chap, wasn't brought up to it—no, nor squeamish either, but this is a bit thicker than anything I've ever knocked up against. If Francis doesn't hurry we'll have to chuck it! We shall never stand it out, Monty!”      

       The older man, gaunt, blear-eyed, ragged, turned over 
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