While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to convey it into my own pocket. I hate children. ‘Word has it that she is English on her father’s side. But for him she might have been alive and happy.
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