Sir John hesitated, and then continued. I’d only have to do something about it, and that I can’t. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. A man is so apt to—to take women a little too lightly. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass.
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