" "Perhaps not," replied Jack, carelessly. " The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a low tone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. “I have been amusing myself up to now by trying to earn my living,” she replied. Enough to let her find out a piece of information most urgent. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. I wouldn't keep an apprentice to set my authority at defiance. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. It feels like it. She could not hide her face. It was cheating, pitiful cheating.
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