“I always get off here and lean over that rail for a bit. "You are my prisoner. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. “Don’t you care for Mr. ’ ‘Well, but he was a deserter, you see. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price.
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