“You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. “A sex of blacklegging clients. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. Now she knew why the soldiers had not caught him. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came toward her. “He’d better treat you right this time or I’ll pulverize him, you hear?” Lucy gave in to the hug.
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