" "Leave us together, my good woman," said Jack, putting a guinea into her hand. ” “Well?” Anna remarked calmly. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. Things you would laugh at. Hogarth, didn't I see you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?" "Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand.
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