Having drunk as much as he thought prudent, and thanked his unknown friend for his attention, Jack again lay down on the straw, and indulged himself with another nap, intending to get up as soon as it was perfectly dark. “Your mother was a Gypsy. Nobody can trust you. A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. In this state of knowledge you will be horribly, irrevocably, alone. " "That child may be the means of saving me," muttered the stranger, as if struck by a new idea: "I shall gain time by the expedient. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. Wood. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone. I have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. .
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