At last, a little way to the northward of Euston Road, the moral cloud seemed to lift, the moral atmosphere to change; clean blinds appeared in the windows, clean doorsteps before the doors, a different appeal in the neatly placed cards bearing the word ————————————— | APARTMENTS ————————————— | in the clear bright windows. "Ay. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. But I'm resolved to see Lady Trafford. ” Ann Veronica did. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. . Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. “And where are YOU going?” he said. . Can you afford to give this time? There are your own affairs to think of. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—" Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and, when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. Rats and things crawling all over. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction.
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