Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. ‘That he can say he was married only to Suzanne all the time.
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