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He went in there, and he was in there for a good half hour. Maggot. —"A
famous university," observes Ned Ward, in the London Spy, "where, if a man has
a mind to educate a hopeful child in the daring science of padding; the lightfingered subtlety of shoplifting: the excellent use of jack and crow; for the
silently drawing bolts, and forcing barricades; with the knack of sweetening; or
the most ingenious dexterity of picking pockets; let him but enter in this college
on the Common Side, and confine him close to his study but for three months;
and if he does not come out qualified to take any degree of villainy, he must be
the most honest dunce that ever had the advantage of such eminent tutors. And yet—Wait a little, you’d better have every bit
of it. He was now within a foot of the bar, and introducing
himself into the hole, speedily worked his way to it. Aided by an individual, who was acquainted with a secret outlet from the
tenement, Darrell escaped. There was all the knavery, and more than all the drollery
of a Spanish picaroon in the laughing eyes of the English apprentice; and, with a
little more warmth and sunniness of skin on the side of the latter, the
resemblance between them would have been complete. That boy was the carpenter's apprentice, Jack Sheppard. .
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