He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. ’
‘I think he only wants to help you, miss,’ offered Jack. “No,” she said at last; “I’m a
human being—not a timid female. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Oh, the
scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before
us in the river. “How’d you know it was me?”
He looked
conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants. By many a highwayman many a draught
Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft,
Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,
And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth,
and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof
knew it. Maybe half a
year, counting this summer. Let's have a look at the kinchen that ought to have been throttled,"
added he, snatching the child from Wood. "
"I begin to see that I shall have to learn English all over again.
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