They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. . So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck. They had changed identities absolutely. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost.
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