We WERE thieves. He lit a cigarette and loitered
about. 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. The weather
harmonized with their feelings. “You have not seen your sister lately,” he remarked. With a moment of inward shame he remembered his
deportment towards Anna. It won't do to knock at the door, and Jonathan
Wild's house is not quite so easy of entrance as Mr. A ragged
gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of
whisker hung from his chin. "
"I won't reproach you, Jack," said the other, sternly. Wild, he asserted, had robbed him of a large
sum of money, and till it was restored he would never plead. You may fall into the hands of
your enemy.
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