Volume I Part 8 (1/2)
”I a her head ”Cicely o' the Cinders yonder will bring you to your umble-pie, and a Jack of small-beer to cool you, I trow Was it live Charcoal or Seacoal eht, Captain, ?”
”Never ht ”I shall be thirstier anon fro to your prate Will you hurry now, Gadfly, or is the sun to sink before we get hounds in leash?”
Thus adirl takesin the pot of black pigins to suising shade And, as she bade me do the same toht have taken hty children
Captain Night sat by hi a pistol-lock till such time as he proceeded to load it, the which threw ht be the Custo the Gentle of those they had feasted over-night Yet, as there never was Schoolboy, I suppose, but delighted in Soiling of his rai hiin to feel souise, and began to wish for a Pistol such as Captain Night had in his Hand, and such a Diaer
”There!” cries the Maid of the Wagon, when I ell Blacked, surveying h! thou young Rig! I'll kiss you when the Captain brings you ho weeds before supper-tireat Deerskin cap onoff, when I could not help asking her in a sly whisper what had become of the Pewterer of Pannier Alley
”What! you remember hih ”Well, the Pewterer's here, and as black as you are”
”But I thought you were to wed,” I remarked
”Well!” she went on, al o'
Tyne? We have a brave Chaplain down-stairs,--as good as a Fleet Parson any day, I wuss”
”But the Pewterer?” I persisted
”I'll hang the Pewterer round thy neck!” she exclaimed in a pet ”The Pewterer was unfortunate in his business, and so took to the Road; and thus we have all coether in Charlwood Chase But ask ry Look, he fu this, and in Tins of ione, he took h, but full of authority, bade me tell him all my History and the bare truth, else would he have me tied neck and heels and thrown to the fishes
So I told this strange Man all:--of Hanover Square, and my earliest childhood Of the Unknown Lady, and her Behaviour and conversation, even to her Death Of her Funeral, and the harsh bearing of Mistress Talmash and the Steward Cadwallader unto led away in a Wagon and sent to school to Gnawbit, and of the Barbarous cruelty hich I had been treated by that Monster
And finally, of the old Gentleivingme run away
He listened to all I had to say, and then putting htfully remarks, ”and not learnt out of the storybooks either, or I sorely err You have not a Lying Face, my man
Wait a while, and you'll wear a Mask thicker than all that screen of soot you have upon you now” But in this he was erous ever scorned deception, and through life has always acted fair and above-board
”And that Guinea,” he continued ”Hast it still?”
I answered that I had, producing it as I spoke, and that I was ready to pay , and to treat him and the others, in which, meseems, there spoke less of the little Runaway Schoolboy that had turned Sweep, than of the Little Gentleman that ont to be a Patron to his Grandmother's lacqueys in Hanover Square
”Keep thy piece of Gold,” he answers, with a so forth with thy Guinea and spend it, and be taken by thy Schoolmaster to be whipped, perchance to death?”
I replied that I had the much rather stay with him, and the Gentlemen
”The less said of the 'Gentlemen' the better However, 'tis all one: we are all Gentlea descent; and ; and Norman blood's better than Gerh Mechanically that which my dear Kinswoman had said to raded Slavery, I had _well_-nigh forgotten the proud old words; but only once it chanced that they had risen up unbidden, when I was flouted and jeered at as Little Boy Jack by my schoolmates Heaven help us, how villanously cruel are children to those who are of their own age and Poor and Friendless! What is it thathearts so Hard? The boys Derided and mocked me more than ever for that I said I was a Gentleman; and by and by coory too--with a furze-stub, for telling of Lies, as he falsely said, the Ruffian
”Well,” resu Gentleh it soberly, boy,” he continued ”Thou art old enough to know black froold Be advised; knoe Blacks are We are only Thieves that go about stealing the King's Deer in Charlwood Chase”