“It’s—it’s a
difficult question. 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. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest
apparel. “No, stay, Lucy. Diane suggested to
him that he retire early, and he did so agreeably, halfknowing it to be an order. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. "
But as no answer was returned, he trust his arm up to the shoulder into the hole,
and with some little difficulty and exertion of strength, drew forth Thames
Darrell. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill?
I was trying to scare you. "
"Not now—not now!" she returned, with a shudder. It was a brief
solitude, however.
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