A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. Traversing what remained of Wych Street at a rapid pace, and speeding along Drury Lane, the trio soon found themselves in Kendrick Yard. But, I'll expose him. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh birthday. It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses.
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