“She’s going to have some sort of meal with the Widgetts down the Avenue, and go up with them. "Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory. “We parted— that night the best of friends. It doesn’t matter. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. ’ ‘I could have done so at the first and saved you the pain,’ she told him merrily. I don’t care what divides us. She heard him come in; the light burned on.
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