Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. ” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples.
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