Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. And then she fell into a musing about Capes. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes.
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