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The two friends contrasted strikingly
with each other. 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. Sir
John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself,
a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a
waiter. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a
chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an
hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. Still no sound. I’m starving. . “You let him touch you!” John whispered back. ”
“How?” He asked.
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