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He was accompanied by a young man of about
seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon
it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him
the most assiduous attention. He was standing
by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was
packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small
casket from him. ”
“Such independence,” he answered quickly, “is a vice. ”
“Certainly,” Mrs. ”
“I’ll pay you if I have to work at shirt-making at threepence an hour. “It’s because I mean to send it back
altogether,” she said. It wasn’t
anything splendid, you know. She cocked
her head. She felt his crotch through his jeans. She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised. The air was
sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense
with incense. The
packets were hastily broken open; and, while Wood was absorbed in the perusal
of the despatch addressed to him by Sir Rowland, Thames sought out, and found
the letter which he had been prevented from finishing on the fatal night at
Jonathan Wild's. ' Jack Sheppard's library consisted
of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes abstracted from the tremendous
chronicles bequeathed to the world by those Froissarts and Holinsheds of crime
—the Ordinaries of Newgate. “If you attempted such a thing it
would be in order that I should smack you hard with the palm of my hand upon
the cheek. ‘I’ll get the key,’ said Roding, turning abruptly.
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