‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. Why do you look so sad?” She opened her eyes wider and stifled her emotions. " The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger, put it very coolly in his pocket. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. A fever of shame ran through her being.
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