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Sometimes a whole morning would pass without
Spurlock uttering a word beyond the request for a drink of water. His face was half hidden under a
freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and
cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable
resemblance to her. Having made a tolerably good meal upon the loaf, overcome by fatigue, Jack
turned into a barn in Stoke Newington, and slept till late in the day, when he
awakened much refreshed. . Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad. An old woman took her in. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. But
Michelle’s heart seemed to grow fonder to the subject
proportionally to Lucy’s avoidance of it. I did so. "I am here, you see," said the smith.
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