‘Martha was my wet-nurse? But she is unmarried. The effort to maintain
her self-control was almost superhuman. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he
broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in
our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. If you could
see how it gives them souls, women who have taken things for granted, who
have given themselves up altogether to pettiness and vanity. Open the window, Thames, and call for
assistance. . In
consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security
afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at
the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the
metropolis. "Oh! nothing at all," answered Jack, sneeringly, "though this room's as much
mine as yours, for that matter. This time you cannot. ’
‘What of your grandfather?’
Her lips parted in surprise. "
The Chinaman paused. Terrific yells rent the air.
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