"That's the kinchin as was to try the dub for us, ain't it?" muttered Smith to his companion as he stole a glance at Jack Sheppard. “Well!” she declared good-humouredly. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. " "By the way, did you read those stories?" "Yes. Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation, but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home.
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