Near to these hopeful youths sat a fence, or receiver, bargaining with a clouter, or pickpocket, for a suit,—or, to speak in more intelligible language, a watch and seals, two cloaks, commonly called watch-cases, and a wedge-lobb, otherwise known as a silver snuff-box. Instead, he was bowing to her greataunt. He waved a cordial goodbye. The three clerks fought for the only window, and saw her whisked into a hansom. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. They could no longer stay in one place. “She has nothing to be afraid of,” he continued. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall.
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