"Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. ‘Jacques, do not go!’ Jack gazed steadfastly at the floor. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed. The guests congregated within the night-cellar were, in fact, little better than thieves; but thieves who confined their depredations almost exclusively to the vessels lying in the pool and docks of the river. ‘You see, it is that I am a female, and you all are men. His demeanour then was sober enough to lend colour to that belief. Sheila McCloskey was the real neighborhood watch.
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