She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. Nothing seemed to be amiss. “She is living there now,” she remarked. At first she thought that the woman was just a servant. 238 < 30 > IN BED John drove her home after school nearly every day. “I’m rather a persistent person. "She is here," cried Jack, darting forward. Lucy felt herself go very red in the cheeks and lowered her hand rather slowly. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. A nurse was at the other end of the room. " "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. " "Jack's mother?" exclaimed the young man.
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