Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. ‘Gerald Alderley, I don’t know what you deserve. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise.
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