Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. " "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. You had better let me go again. Like stealing.
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