They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. “He has a stubbly yellow moustache, weak eyes, and great horrid hands. Aha!" he continued, producing a short silver staff, which he carried constantly about with him, and uttering a terrible imprecation, "I see you're confounded. They steal over to Copeley's at night and dispose of the pearl for cash. With his chisel so fine, tra la! "There!" cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a few paces on the bench to examine his performance,—"that'll do. For some days we shall be very idle there among the trees and rocks. He had meant to come at his business in a roundabout way, but for that little slip.
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