ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom dame. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. ‘That’s not much comfort. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. Martha had been more to her than that. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette of Canongate.
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