Chapter 16

HUNT (_solus_)

HUNT. Ah! that’s it, is it? ‘My fancy man’s my ’ole delight,’ as we say in Bow Street. But which _is_ the fancy man? George the Dock, or William the Deacon? One or both? (_He winks solemnly_.) Well, Jerry, my boy, here’s your work cut out for you; but if you took one-nine-five for that ’ere little two hundred you’d be a disgrace to the profession.

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