Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:— THE NEWGATE STONE. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. I do not love you. This is your choice. “You knew it,” he added, in her momentary silence.
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