" Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for a single moment. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. Anna failed in her painting, our money was gone, and she was forced to earn her own living. ‘Didn’t mean it, love.
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