“It is like old times,” she said, “to hear these home truths. The sword, Jacques. Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived. His assistance came too late. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. “To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling here two or three times a week during my absence. ” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. "By George!" he exclaimed.
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