Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her. He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. But if she smiled at all it was with her eyes. If you hang Jack Sheppard, you'll cut off the flower o' the purfession.
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