He bowed awkwardly to Mrs. ‘Melusine. He thought of his wealth for once from a different point of view. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:— THE NEWGATE STONE.
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