Finally she fell into reflection. One small wing lay at the north of the gate, where Giltspur Street Compter now stands; and the Press Yard, which was detached from the main building, was situated at the back of Phoenix Court. "Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir," observed Shotbolt. "What!" she exclaimed, almost choked with passion,—"I advised you to burthen yourself with that idle and good-for-nothing pauper, who'm you ought rather to send to the workhouse than maintain at your own expense, did I! I advised you to take him as an apprentice; and, so far from getting the regular fee with him, to give him a salary? I advised you to feed him, and clothe him, and treat him like his betters; to put up with his insolence, and wink at his faults? I counselled all this, I suppose. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. Kneebone, what with flirting with Mrs. ’ He gestured towards the fulminating general. She nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through being killed. My thanks, by the by. Meysey Hill—never your wife.
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