Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. " "Holloa! my hearty!" cried Ben, starting to his feet. "You poor child!—you can have all the dogs on the island, if you want them! Come along to the kitchen, and we'll give Rollo a tubbing. The boat was set free, and the men resumed their seats. But I am not indisposed to gratify you. We were to live in some wretched London suburb.
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