At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. "Wasn't he in some way connected with the Jacobite plots?" "He was," replied Thames. The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. “I am a fool,” he said. She withdrew her head with a little moan, and resumed her flight. ’ ‘Aye, more’s the pity. "Quilt Arnold called this morning to say so. ” She glanced into his blue eyes wearily. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year.
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