‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me. " "I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych Street," replied Jack. ” His father interjected. . Roused by Ben's warning, the carpenter looked up and could just perceive the dusky outline of the bridge looming through the darkness, and rendered indistinctly visible by the many lights that twinkled from the windows of the lofty houses.
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