She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion
demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin,
with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set
about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. "I came to see Jack Sheppard, and I won't
go till you point him out to me. ”
“Six pounds. ”
She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. Here, Jem,
take the gentleman's horse to the stable—see him dressed and fed directly. "Have you
broken out of the cage, Jack?"
"Something like it," replied the lad carelessly. "
"I'd never set eyes on you again. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?”
“Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and
his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him.
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