Figg," replied Jack, smiling; "for, before I'm taken to
Tyburn, I mean to borrow a shirt for the occasion from you. The bed was hard
beyond any experience of hers, the bed-clothes coarse and insufficient, the cell at
once cold and stuffy. ‘Or flew in by balloon, perhaps. One’s got to be a better man than one’s
father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or
nothing. He had brought her here to
this place—where her freedom was curtailed even more than at the convent so
that a cavalier was very much needed—and only on Monday came again. There's the grand laced coat he wore at his trial,
which I intend for my wedding-dress. “Sit down,” he
said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. . ”
“And the second?”
“Make love to a single woman. ”
“And who made the arrangements for you, and sent you there?” Courtlaw asked. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but
fitted in all the right places, he smirked.
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