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The windows were small, and strongly
grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious
burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. He got up
brusquely. "He is," replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellow brocade
dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having a crimson velvet
cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head. The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock
was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should
perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress,
stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be
secured and delivered into the hands of justice. But before he suffered at Tyburn, he
charged your mother to restore it. Oh! you young people!”
The young man with the orange tie, in spite of Sisyphus-like efforts on the
part of Goopes to get the topic on to a higher plane, displayed great persistence
in speculating upon the possible distribution of the affections of highly
developed modern types. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. One peculiarity she did not fail to notice.
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