"Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. ” “THE BUCKNALL MANSIONS MYSTERY. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. Her head swam. Get pen and paper for the missie.