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“These clothes are French, and I’m sure this
floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. Mr. Ain't he, Madam?'"
"He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. She doesn't
understand; she believes he has taken a sudden dislike to her. "
"I'll give you something better worth keeping," she answered, detaching the
ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; "this contains a lock of my
hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. ‘But—’
‘Nothing at all for you to worry your head over,’ said the captain, moving to
try and usher her forth. O'Higgins
and I landed at Copeley's yesterday; and Mr. Keep up the clamour for five minutes, and I'll finish it. "
"It's Jonathan Wild," returned the widow, endeavouring to alarm him. She felt that
perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked
rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong
impression of herself. It's almost worth while
being sent to prison to have the pleasure of escaping. ToC
That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern,
called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. "Your sympathy is being wasted.
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