She was correct, and when I went directly to
the street she had named, there you were, walking into
the Butcher Shop. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid,
patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a
pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last
century, and some other articles of female attire. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the
boards, "or we'll force an entrance. A man might be without relatives,
but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. No doubt he has been drinking for days without eating
substantially, and his heart gave out. "Where are the packets committed to your
charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?"
"The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. We have to get them
to let us in for the profits of their business, and in return we ask them to—dinner. Of the women felons' rooms nothing has yet been said. ’
She put in her request for this requirement immediately on returning to the
little parlour downstairs, and instantly fell foul of Captain Roding again. These sisters moved
in a grown-up world inaccessible to Ann Veronica’s sympathies, and to a large
extent remote from her curiosity.
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