“Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;—now ascending, now
descending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, at the
imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in Fleet Street. Very glad. He became a little more personal and
intimate. Further on, there was a small chandler's shop, where Jack observed an old
woman seated at the counter, attended by a little girl. ’
‘And you will not,’ came triumphantly from the cherry lips. They were hailed as celebrities, the three of
them. “Ciao,
Fragolina. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages
is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. I won't dig their graves with
my nails.
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