There's a feather in your cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. As soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the weight of his affliction. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer.
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