Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. "Where are the packets committed to your charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?" "The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. "I'll make myself intelligible before I've done," rejoined Wild. It dealt with fine aspects of Mr. ‘How dull it must have been for you, poor little one. Divide the money between you, and wear the ornaments for my sake. " "If you will not take me, I'll find some guide who will. “To tell you the truth though, I am quite a stranger in London, and it occurred to me that Mr. It was a brief solitude, however.
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