" "Don't stir, or they'll chain you to the wall," said his mother detaining him. A door in this house opened upon the yard. “You did a great job on my concerto today. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. He did his best not to grin.
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