Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was
obstructed by an iron bar. Stanley almost liked Ramage. “I wonder which of us is
right,” she said. Anna stood on the step and looked up and
down the street for a hansom. Certainly, there wasn't a thing
in the pockets. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable
obstacle, Jack darted through the door. "
The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. Jonathan, however, still lingered. Mrs. That’s what I mean. They would be quite
as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes,
Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far
more instructive.
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