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—"A famous university," observes Ned Ward, in the London Spy, "where, if a man has a mind to educate a hopeful child in the daring science of padding; the lightfingered subtlety of shoplifting: the excellent use of jack and crow; for the silently drawing bolts, and forcing barricades; with the knack of sweetening; or the most ingenious dexterity of picking pockets; let him but enter in this college on the Common Side, and confine him close to his study but for three months; and if he does not come out qualified to take any degree of villainy, he must be the most honest dunce that ever had the advantage of such eminent tutors. He looked at her in some embarrassment. He lives near the Black Lion. But this was long ago. "You won't refuse it, Mr. And then: “Of course! Always. I admired your chivalry. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. There are cigarettes and magazines in the corner there. “Is that a challenge?” She shrugged her shoulders, all ablaze with jewels. "Something's wrong. One never knew when it would be necessary to resume her disguise.
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