Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. " "I'm a queer girl," she replied with a smile. \" She said. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. Spurling, drily. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned.
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