The pistol was lowered slightly. “You might have given me a chance, anyway. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney, "brings me nearer my mother. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist.
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