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. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “He is not—I don’t like him. ” “There is great deal more,” she answered coldly. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. “I may seem unduly— anxious. Giles's, and other places—but I've nowhere seen any one who came up so completely to my notion of a first-rate housebreaker as the individual before us. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. Wood was once a favourite of yours. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. “I’ll turn you here.
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