" "What do you think of my sketch, Jack?" said Hogarth, handing him the drawing. “But my dear Ann Veronica, you will be getting into debt!” Ann Veronica at once, and with a feeling of immense relief, took refuge in her dignity. ‘Jacques, do not go!’ Jack gazed steadfastly at the floor. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. But shurely I'd know that vice," he added, turning his lantern towards the janizary. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. I hate what I am.
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