CHAPTER XVIII. " "Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. It's a thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow.
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