. . ‘You and Jarvis Remenham both, yes. " The little girl's countenance fell. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. That is why I came to London.
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