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“I don’t know why. " The woollen-draper's application to the bell was answered by a very pretty young woman, with dark Jewish features, roguish black eyes, sleek glossy hair, a trim waist, and a remarkably neat figure: the very model, in short, of a bachelor's housekeeper. She had even played in an opera by Verdi once, but had to dress as a boy to do it. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. She wanted to kiss his feet. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. Maggot. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. ‘I do not wish to hear any more reasons so foolish, so do not trouble to think of them. The word handsome was a little beyond her grasp.
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