From this night I shall pursue a different course; from this night his ruin may be dated. 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. For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid streets. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed.
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