192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. . ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over.
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