He embraced her like her father once had. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. Sheppard, if you please, Ma'am," interrupted the lad; "I allow nobody to call me Jack.
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