"I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. He had heard everything. Obviously he is still interested. ‘The whole town is talking. " So saying, she retired, and Jack entered the cell. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. You might tell the truth to some men, but never to him. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground.
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