S. “Boys!” said Capes. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. After knocking for some time at the door without effect, he tried the latch, and to his surprise found it open. 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. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted.
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