A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society. Probably a sick man's whim. Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastened towards the assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly of a posse of watchmen and other guardians of the night. Pig and brute! Yet calling him hard names would not help her. You’re a lady all right and tight, and nothing anyone does can take that away from you. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. ‘That’s my pet name.
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