"Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. ” “Oh, I might,” he answered, “have gone further still. ” He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. "The glass never sinks in that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've knowed it often do so in the West Injees. All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in. I've destroyed my only chance. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary.
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