"What is this?" she wanted to know. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. A slow horror was dawning in his fixed eyes. Be a sport, and pile it all on me!" He went to bed. His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered. ” For a moment she was grave. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. I stole away and walked to the railway station. This is a mere boy. . The one fault, indeed, of this school of fiction for him was that it had rather a light way with parental rights.
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