Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared. His hug became an embrace. ” He took his place by her side, and they talked lightly of London, the shops and people. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. "If that sickly brat lives to be a man," continued Jonathan, rising, "I'll hang him upon the same tree as his father. Give this fellow the slip, if you can, Jack.
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