Her
father was holding her waist, smiling. "
So saying, she planted herself between Jack and the turnkey. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. I’ve always had a sneaking desire
for the writing-trade. This person, whose age might be about forty,
was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a
very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees;
black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden
heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even
that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon
him. "Now, step this way, Mr. He went to the door.
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