” “I was late. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. Professing to stand between the robber and the robbed, he himself plundered both. Finding remonstrances of no avail, he had recourse to threats; and when threats failed, he adopted more decided measures. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on.
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