On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. The Burglary at Dollis Hill. The simile started a
laugh in his throat. The only difference between the officers of Newgate and their brethren was, that
they had enormous bunches of keys at their girdles, while the latter had left their
keys at home. "
"A young fellow who thinks he's in love, when he has only been reading too
much. I
cannot do it, David.
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