" Noticing the draggled condition Jack was in, he then fetched him a bucket of water, with which Jack cleansed himself as well as he could, and thanking the honest smith, who would take nothing for his trouble, left the shop. ” Lucy said. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. That—that isn’t living! You are beside yourself. He heard the woman talking again. . The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same.
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