‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand.
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