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"Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. My wife—killed me. No one was allowed to pass along Newgate Street, which was barricaded and protected by a strong constabulary force. It was quite dark; but as some of the assemblage carried links, it was soon ascertained to be headed by the same party who had mainly incited the former disturbance. 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. Your fingers are even now as stiff as a schoolgirl’s.
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