Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; "put a few more plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder. I’ll need you to go back to the barracks and fetch more men up to town. By this time, Jack's reputation had risen to such a height with the populace,—his exploits having become the universal theme of discourse, that the streets were almost impassable for the crowds collected to obtain a view of him. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom dame. His apparel was sumptuous in the extreme, and such as was only worn by persons of the highest distinction.
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