He's safe enough now. His age was not far from fifty. "Better than your company, Saint Giles," replied Sheppard; "so, shut the door, and make yourself scarce. ’ Gerald started. When I've escorted you proud fool to his new quarters, I'll proceed to the Mint and look after Jack Sheppard. Spurlock began to munch his water-chestnuts. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs.
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