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“About two years ago. ‘You wish a life of obedience? So be it, Mademoiselle Charvill. I begin to fear I might be purposely go out of the way. One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl. ‘You keep a-hold of him,’ Trodger ordered his men. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned his father. 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. ‘You wouldn’t know one end of a pistol from the other. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites.
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