"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. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him. It’s—it’s a social difference. But where in the world was the girl? A door led to another chamber beyond. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears.
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