Mary spoke again.
"Now I know the name of Will's vessel--the John Cropper; and I know
that she is bound to America. That is something to know. But I
forgot, if I ever heard, where he lodges in Liverpool. He spoke of
his landlady, as a good, trustworthy woman; but if he named her
name, it has slipped my memory. Can you help me, Margaret?"
She appealed to her friend calmly and openly, as if perfectly aware
of, and recognising the unspoken tie which bound her and Will
together; she asked her in the same manner in which she would have
asked a wife where her husband dwelt. And Margaret replied in the
like calm tone, two spots of crimson on her cheeks alone bearing
witness to any internal agitation.
"He lodges at a Mrs. Jones', Milk-House Yard, out of Nicholas
Street. He has lodged there ever since he began to go to sea; she
is a very decent kind of woman, I believe."
"Well, Mary! I'll give you my prayers" said Job. "It's not often I
pray regular, though I often speak a word to God, when I'm either
very happy or very sorry; I've catched myself thanking Him at odd
hours when I've found a rare insect, or had a fine day for an out;
but I cannot help it, no more than I can talking to a friend.
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