“Eight, Cavendish Square. "He ought to do, seeing that he
served his apprenticeship in it to Mr. It'll be
in your way. "
"Well, well—wait awhile," returned Quilt; "his lordship won't forget you. ’
‘You traitor, Gerald,’ laughed Lucilla, her yellow curls bouncing under a huge
straw bonnet all over flowers. I’ll try to stay as long as I can. “You are coming in,
aren’t you, Sydney?”
“If I may,” he answered. "To be
sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay
in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least
such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether
sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible
visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you
don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his
poor father suffered. ”
“It wouldn’t be you either.
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