Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. ‘Ha! It’s you, is it?’ He threw a glance at his two juniors. Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot are dying to see you. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. Kneebone. Once he chuckled aloud.
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