An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other. So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. "Well, Sir?" cried the other, eagerly. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. H’m. Thames Street was wholly impassable. "I am innocent.
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