There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. I dined with a friend and went to the ‘Unusual. "Gad! it's a devilish fine face when lit up. However, I'll make a last effort to save the poor little creature, if it costs me my life. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. "My name will only be remembered as that of a robber," he mused; "but it shall be remembered as that of a bold one: and this night's achievement, if it does nothing else, shall prevent me from being classed with the common herd of depredators. It will not cost you more than six hundred to reach your destination. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me.
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