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He begged their attention for the next turn. He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. He could not quite make her out; a new type. Jack could hardly be accounted good-looking: Thames, on the contrary, was one of the handsomest boys possible. Mr. On this elevation a table was now placed, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. "Get up, then," said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup.
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