If you hang Jack Sheppard, you'll cut off the flower o' the purfession. Smith, "upon my conscience. “I suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently. She is no longer mine; she is yours. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. Stanley, standing up with a sudden geniality and rubbing his hands together. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter it. They steal over to Copeley's at night and dispose of the pearl for cash.
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