Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost. The only thing that was louder to her was the beating of his heart. The novel danger of the situation enthralled him. This, then, was the cause of the widow's wild inexplicable look,—of her sudden shriek! Explaining his suspicious in a whisper to Jack's captor, who proved to be a church-warden and a constable, by name John Dump,—Mr.
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