“I suppose some one makes a bit on the food,” she said. " "Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. " Three persons only were left in the room. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. " "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall.
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