Mr. F. "He has heard of your wonderful escapes, and wishes to see what you're like. ” “I don’t think it makes a rap of difference, except for one thing. Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;—now ascending, now descending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, at the imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in Fleet Street. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. " "You don't have to. " "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately.
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