It wasn’t. His course, however,
was no longer interrupted, and he crept on. Nevertheless, she could not prevent a rising excitement as the dawn of the
new life drew near to her—a thrilling of the nerves, a secret and delicious
exaltation above the common circumstances of existence. Having made a tolerably good meal upon the loaf, overcome by fatigue, Jack
turned into a barn in Stoke Newington, and slept till late in the day, when he
awakened much refreshed. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but
preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold
vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. “I’ve been to hear you lots of times.
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