But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. ‘It is seldom enough I am visited by anyone at all, let alone a personable young redcoat. I don’t idealize you. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs. He found a coach at the door, with the blinds carefully drawn up, and ascertained from a tall, ill-looking, though tawdrily-dressed fellow, who held his horse by the bridle, and whom he addressed as Quilt Arnold, that the two boys were safe inside, in the custody of Abraham Mendez, the dwarfish Jew. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone.
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