’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. "I should think so," responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn. She had never seen her sitting on tables nor heard her discussing theology, and had failed to observe that the graceful figure was a natural one and not due to ably chosen stays. 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. As he took his departure, he whispered to the Jew: "Take him dead or alive; but if we fail now, and you heard him aright in Seacoal Lane, we are sure of him at his mother's funeral on Sunday. Do you know what? You're some sea goddess and you're only fooling us. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked.
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