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That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern,
called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. "
"Where's Mr. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. I stole
away and walked to the railway station. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she
took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing
them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an
acceptable friend to accompany her. 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. "O God!" he
exclaimed, "I am severely punished.
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