Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Why did he imagine she was making this journey to England? She feigned interest. He was extremely loyal to you. "His wife is still living," returned Kneebone, drily. It is useless to contend with him, even with right on your side. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I hope you never will.
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