Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family. She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas.
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