Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. He is here by your side. As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can. “You need not be alarmed,” he said. But the offences I have committed are venial in comparison with what I should commit were I to wed your father. I miss them so.
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