‘Now there’s a pair of fishmonger’s daughters if ever I saw ’em,’ said the gaoler, straightening up. ‘Who’re you off to jilt?’
‘We’re jilting no one but playing upon the square. The Baronet sent for us.’
‘Did he? Wonder how he managed that since he was snoring not five minutes since. I look after his door so –’ He scratched at his unshaven chin. ‘Wha’s in it for me to let you up?’
Jenny glided close to him, grabbing him through his breeches. ‘Somethin’ on account, Mr Jenkins?’ she purred.
‘Leave that,’ he growled, slapping her hand away. ‘I’m a God-fearing and a married man.’ He shoved her back. ‘But I’ll take me cut.’
Jenny sucked at her teeth. ‘I’ve already got a mackerel,’ she said. ‘Bully Davis, in charge at the ’ospital. Shall I tell ’im you was trying to squeeze us?’
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