At the end of the street, there was a general store. Even when the fog cleared, the storefront still hid in the shadows of the surrounding walls.,“Seven pence,” the boss continued in that unfriendly tone.,As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards Old Jack standing beside him. Seeing the latter’s bewildered expression, he nonchalantly took off his old hat and placed it on his chest, then with a lazy slight bow, said:。