’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. The late afternoon, en effet. The piece, in three movements, was short enough anyway. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. Here are your indentures, if you choose to seek another master. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard.
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