Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter it. He did not speak for a moment. “I am sorry. Then he sensed the trap. " "'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal, Quilt?" "Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt.
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