Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony, in which the group of ladies were seated, and begged to drink their healths; he then turned to Kneebone and the others, who extended their hands towards him, and raised it to his lips. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. And the woollen-draper departed.
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