Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. For a few minutes he kept them at bay. . Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage to call out "Mother!" "Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior.
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