The boy’s besotted. Under another name,—not my own hateful one,—I will strive to distinguish myself in some foreign service, and win myself a reputation, or perish honourably. He must not in any way call their attention to it. "You are arrested for high treason," rejoined Wild, presenting a pistol at his head, while he drew forth a parchment,—"here is my warrant. ” “It is,” he replied, “the one humiliation of my life. 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. "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. Efforts were made to staunch his wounds and surgical assistance sent for.
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