You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care about him. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. In the hall below she could hear his firm voice giving quick commands to the servants.
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