"Can't you speak?" "I don't choose," replied Thames, sturdily; "and your brutality shan't make me. You’re not to go. I have established a fine trade. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. ruin you. It was instantly answered by the deep note of St. Marry, come up! I've been a great deal too charitable. He could not know about the Remenham connection, could he? No one knew but her father and Martha. Besides, I don't think he's going to ask, if that is what you are getting at. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. Neither did his interest,—which was by no means inconsiderable,—nor his general popularity, procure him the preferment he desired.
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