In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in a few minutes at his destination. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. After the first onset several of the women who had apartments to let said she would not do for them, and in effect dismissed her. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image.
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