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A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. " The woollen-draper's application to the bell was answered by a very pretty young woman, with dark Jewish features, roguish black eyes, sleek glossy hair, a trim waist, and a remarkably neat figure: the very model, in short, of a bachelor's housekeeper. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. ” She replied. ” He came and stood on the hearthrug close to her. Down on your marrow-bones, sirrah! Confess your guilt, and Sir Rowland may yet save you from the gallows. ” She replied. " "Do so," replied Kneebone; "but remember the door is locked. ” He dabbed with his paper-weight again, and spoke in an entirely indifferent tone. It’s no good flying out at that, Vee; I didn’t arrange it.
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