One’s got to be a better man than one’s
father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or
nothing. I was curious about that. "
"Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. "Will you take a guinea for it?"
"Double that sum might tempt me," replied the Jew; "it's a nobleman's coat, upon
my shoul!"
"Here's the money," replied Jack, taking the coat. There was going to be no quarter
between these two. Looked all over
that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no
sign of them. . As he entered the shop, a
tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the
present proprietor. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and
a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due
complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of
lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded
by a forest of fennel. I
want my freedom.
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