His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. ” She smiled. "At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort
of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by
the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed. For a moment she thought of
saying yes, and then filled with shame. ‘Not if I heard him aright. ”
“And for me,” Anna echoed. The Procession to Tyburn
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XXXII. Manning,” she said, “I HAVE a
confession to make. "I was in the right, you see, father," observed Thames, smiling; "Jack has done
his task. He passed, and came
loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face.
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