She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her
making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there
would be no returning. “I do hope you will see how things are, and not be offended with me or
frightfully shocked and distressed by what I have done. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. His job as a
painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. And
now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack
Sheppard. Made me fetch up Trodger and a couple more men,
and together we searched his luggage and got hold of every single paper the man
possessed. ”
She nodded. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call
him “Mangles!”
“I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into
another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. “His stipend forbade it,” she
said, and seemed to fall into a train of thought. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may
do your worst, I defy you. I was sitting up, lamenting your
departure, dear Thames, when, hearing an odd noise, I went to the landing, and,
by the light of a dark lantern, saw Jack Sheppard, stealing up stairs, followed by
two men with crape on their faces.
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