"
"By Jack Sheppard!" exclaimed the thief-taker. Aha!" he
continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with
him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father.
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