“I may not see the Widgetts
for some little time, father,” she said. 167
“True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a
child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on
bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease,
arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. She thought of how much she
wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now
smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of
masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. The campaign’s a success. Hastening to the spot where he had tied
his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for
he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware
Road. He's coming.
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