Opening the door, he found it littered with straw, on which he threw himself, and instantly fell asleep. “I’ll run, too,” she volunteered. He walked hastily to the side of the broad pavement and summoned a fiacre. He described her privately to himself as a splendid girl. And grasping the thick iron rod, she pushed with all her force against it, while Jack seconded her efforts from within. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their contending efforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene. ‘I have told you that I am entirely English. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. ‘Lord in heaven, could it be so?’ ‘Don’t look at me,’ exploded Hilary.
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