’ ‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. It’s not like we’re getting married. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. What a fool I was to separate the two in my mind.
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