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"Shall I fetch the light, Captain?" whispered Blueskin. He seemed to have
expected them. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while
she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau
counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small,
whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into
the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and
her bags. He’s a
salesman for AT and T, but he’s never made a lot of
money. "It is," replied Sheppard. He was never known to err, and was as much dreaded as the jailfever in consequence. —"A
famous university," observes Ned Ward, in the London Spy, "where, if a man has
a mind to educate a hopeful child in the daring science of padding; the lightfingered subtlety of shoplifting: the excellent use of jack and crow; for the
silently drawing bolts, and forcing barricades; with the knack of sweetening; or
the most ingenious dexterity of picking pockets; let him but enter in this college
on the Common Side, and confine him close to his study but for three months;
and if he does not come out qualified to take any degree of villainy, he must be
the most honest dunce that ever had the advantage of such eminent tutors. He had
been baptized there. ‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths.
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