Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. ’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. It was eleven o'clock. ” Lucy gestured to the rough plywood floor. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. ’ ‘Couldn’t help but do so, ma’am,’ said Mrs Ibstock. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her. And, mind! no prevaricating—nothing but the truth will satisfy me.
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