Wood. Do you know whoso portrait this is?"
"I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait
of my father. He drew a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, terrified by
the utter fallowness of his mind. He seemed to her indistinguishably about her
father’s age. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by
the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of
her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape
from the back of the premises. He seized a tray, squatted on the
floor, and imitated the tom-tom. I
have had no one but for you. While he was dragged along in the manner just described, Thames looked
around to ascertain, if possible, where he was; for he did not put entire faith in
Jonathan's threat of sending him to the round-house, and apprehensive of
something even worse than imprisonment. He hadn't patrolled old Pell Street as a plain clothes man without
getting a glimmer of the ancient truth that East is East and West is West.
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