“Oh, Lucy. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered the church. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes.
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