A Fair Fraud — page 140: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Fraud 129. passed on out of the house. ‘ Looks like a jail-bird, to my thinking.’ - ©That’s like your bad ’eart!’ cried Mrs Andrews with indignation. ‘A quieter, more respectable gentleman never lodged in my first floor front before! Gives no trouble at all, ’e — don't.’ ‘Have he paid his rent, Mrs Andrews?’ inquired James, laying his finger slyly against his nose. . ‘No, in course not—’e ain't been a week in the ‘ouse yet. Andrews is not the man to pester a lodger with ‘is bill before ‘is first week’s up. I ‘ate them suspicious ways 0’ yours, Mr James!’ And Mrs Andrews tossed her head as she folded up the tablecloth. Meanwhile, Mr Hicks, the lodger, had strolled away down the same pathway along which Hester Lane and Captain Drury had lately disappeared. He had watched them from his bedroom window. The greasy collar of his threadbare brown coat was drawn up to his ears, his broken hat was pulled down over his eyes, his bare red hands, guiltless of shirt cuffs, were thrust deep into his pockets, and a wisp of dirty silk handkerchief took the place of a collar about his neck. He kicked up the fallen leaves with his ragged boots and muttered savagely to himself as he walked, The man looked ill and starved and des- I CONN LOC) <S (GO) uu