"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. The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. And it’s no good pretending there is one when there isn’t. 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. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. " "Come, come, don't take on thus, Captain," cried Blueskin, rising and walking towards him.
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