"'Sdeath!" cried Hogarth, aside to the poet. " "I am," replied Jack, without hesitation; for he felt assured from the man's manner that he might confide in him. He noted that she was fully dressed, that her hair was carefully done, that there was a knotted ribbon around her throat. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an aspect of or diversion from that.
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