On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love
stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother
might have cuddled a child. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing
himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. Rummage, my boy, do. You may enjoy your
pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. This isn't your island, child; it's the great world. But even you cannot alter her character.
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