Surely he was imagining this picture. It is a matter of degree. "'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. But if you wouldn't have me positively dislike Jack Sheppard, you'll never mention such a subject again. Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked his unknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, and indulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it was perfectly dark. Like the Valades, I imagine. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison.
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