” “Please go then, Mr. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one. “Lucy! You found me! I was just about to sleep some of those rum and Cokes off like the pig I am. This horrible piece of deformity, who acted as drawer and cellarman, and was a constant butt to the small wits of the jail, was nicknamed the Black Dog of Newgate. .
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