Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived. " "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. If he ran less risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled. " As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his slumbers. Stanley, “very strongly. We shall have—hardly any money.
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