You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. He returned, blue towel in hand. He was completely, devastatingly handsome. . What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. In the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. "A capital instrument for my purpose," thought Jack, shouldering it, "and worth all the trouble I have had in procuring it. ‘Um—begging your pardon, sir, but—um—what was you meaning to arrest the young lady for?’ ‘Trespassing, theft, and suspicion of spying,’ announced Roding fluently. Then he put the paper by. " "I will—I will," replied Wood hastily.
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