From beginning to end it was first-hand stuff. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had given? Ruth something; he could not remember. Why did the beggar hang on down there, when he could have enjoyed all that civilization had to offer? Yes, he would be mighty glad to see McClintock; and the sooner he came the better. About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate.
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