He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. Then she came a few steps to meet him. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. You won't often see white folks. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory.
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