him, and perhaps I shall never see him again.

"Shake hands with you?" answered George sternly; "if your hands were
loose I doubt I should ram my fist down your throat; but there, you
are not worth a thought at such a time, and you are a man in trouble,
and I am another. I forgive you, and I pray Heaven I may never see
your face again."

And Honesty turned his back in Theft's face.

Robinson bit his lip and said nothing, but his eyes glistened; just
then a little boy and girl, who had been peering about mighty curious,
took courage and approached hand in hand. The girl was the speaker, as
a matter of course.

"Farmer Fielding," said she curtsying, a mode of reverence which was
instantly copied by the boy, "we are come to see the thief; they say
you have caught one. Oh, dear!" (and her bright little countenance was
overcast), "I couldn't have told it from a man!"

We don't know all that is in the hearts of the wicked. Robinson was
observed to change color at these silly words.

"Mr. Jacobs," said he, addressing the policeman, "have you authority
to put me in the pillory before trial?" He said this coldly and
sternly; and then added, "Perhaps you are aware that I am a man, and I
might say a brother, for you were a thief, you know!" Then changing
his tone entirely, "I say, Jacobs," said he, with cheerful briskness,
"do you remember cracking the silversmith's shop in Lambeth along with
Jem Salisbury and Black George, and--"