" "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. I’m afraid I’m a terribly clumsy fellow. He’s got flowers.
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