270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. The man who staggers, whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has some chance; liquor bends him eventually. ’ ‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. By some it was affirmed that a subterranean communication existed between the thief-taker's abode and Newgate, by means of which he was enabled to maintain a secret correspondence with the imprisoned felons: by others, that an under-ground passage led to extensive vaults, where such malefactors as he chose to screen from justice might lie concealed till the danger was blown over. But the indecision, which had been fatal to his race, was fatal to him. It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger.
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