It was everyone's favorite meal. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. "Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. She told me the tale the other night, and I've only elaborated it. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. Toys! Delicate trifles! A sex of invalids. But if you wouldn't have me positively dislike Jack Sheppard, you'll never mention such a subject again.
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