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love money. He was out of breath,
and spoke in broken sentences. Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and
commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it
was striking. He had him removed from the Condemned Hold,
stripped of his fine apparel, clothed in the most sordid rags, loaded with
additional fetters, and thrust into the Stone Hold,—already described as the most
noisome cell in the whole prison. Looking at this girl, a sense of failure
swept over him. Let the law put its hand on his shoulder—if it could! But at present he
was at liberty, and he purposed to remain in that state. I bent over him. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose
place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop
had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. “Our business here is the right way. This left Spurlock alone. ”
“You disappoint me,” she said wearily. My thanks, by the by. “My
God!” he said again.
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