A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. Apparently I’m not to exist yet. “Unless you have an appointment, which you haven’t,” he said, “you’ll only waste your time here. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free.
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