"Jack Sheppard's mother," answered the little girl, dejectedly; "she has brought a basket of eggs from Willesden, and some flowers for you. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone. She had not seen him in two and a half centuries.
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