She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her
eyelashes to flutter down. "What would my poor mother say to it?"
"I was sorry to see that about your mother, Jack," observed Hogarth. He regretted now that in his idle hours he
hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. ToC
Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May,
1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one
afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the
houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular
habitation. He knocked at the door. Royalty payments
should be clearly marked as such and sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary
Archive Foundation at the address specified in Section 4, "Information about
donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. "Aha!" exclaimed Jack, with a roguish wink, "I've caught you,—have I?"
The carpenter's daughter was fair and free—
Fair, and fickle, and false, was she!
She slighted the journeyman, (meaning me!)
And smiled on a gallant of high degree.
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