I looked upon you from the first as the most promising of my pupils. The rooks were cawing amid the boughs, and all nature appeared awaking to happiness. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. Martha was quite right. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. "You're not hurt I hope, Sir Rowland?" inquired this individual. ’. . Were any thing to happen to him, Newgate wouldn't be what it is, nor Tyburn either. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness.
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