She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. "Ah! now we come to business," returned Jonathan, rubbing his hands, gleefully.
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