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’ ‘You ain’t never!’ ‘Back to your post, Trodger,’ ordered the harassed captain. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. Near to these hopeful youths sat a fence, or receiver, bargaining with a clouter, or pickpocket, for a suit,—or, to speak in more intelligible language, a watch and seals, two cloaks, commonly called watch-cases, and a wedge-lobb, otherwise known as a silver snuff-box. I’m not a bit afraid of anything—scandal, difficulty, struggle. The service had not proceeded far, when she was greatly disturbed by the entrance of a person who placed himself opposite her, and sought to attract her attention by a number of little arts, surveying her, as he did so, with a very impudent and offensive stare. To perdition with them all. “Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. And she had been doubting since that walk in the Zoological Gardens whether, indeed, he did simply care for her. A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to the provident kindness of Mr.
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