There was some one there. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. “She wasn’t sane, my wife. "That'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head for the future," observed Thames, as he helped Jack to his feet. This young man, whose features, though rather plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray, penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William Hogarth. I will endeavour.
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