” She said warmly. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage,
with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large
wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to
receive it. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new
foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the
figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that
had not been waxed properly. Even this man-hunting
machine was willing to grant the boy his honeymoon. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far
recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under
the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. She disengaged her hands and stood up.
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