Let your father—if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son. You are my slave—and such you shall continue. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. ” “Upon my word,” he declared, “you are right. ’ Then all at once remembrance made her smile. Old implements of housebreaking were discovered; and the thief-taker's most hidden depositories were laid bare. What was the fellow doing in this part of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington? The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. A sense of loss was amongst us. . “My God!” and ceased to move.
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