There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy
forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. "
"How have you procured these things?" asked Thames, in the utmost
astonishment. We’ll be
somewhere on the floor above. “I wouldn’t. 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. Norris, she
revived a little. . Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. Dump instantly complied, and as
soon as Jack was removed from the sacred edifice, his person was searched from
head to foot—but without success.
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