"Caught!" shouted the head-turnkey. ‘Do you at least know how he came to be in a position to cheat Miss Charvill,
and to pass off his wife in her place?’
‘In her place?’ There was no mistaking the boy’s ignorance of this part of the
tale. I'll eat them when we start. He hung over her—he and his loan to her
and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting
possibility of annoyance and exposure. And from that point they went on to a thoroughly embittering wrangle. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears,
Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered
how to earn money. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked
the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her.
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