This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance.
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