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Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks by Horatio Alger
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"At first the Demon seemed to be ahead, but at last the young Baron
got him down, and struck a dagger into his heart, sayin', 'Die,
false and perjured villain! The dogs shall feast upon thy carcass!'
and then the Demon give an awful howl and died. Then the Baron
seized his body, and threw it over the precipice."

"It seems to me the actor who plays the Demon ought to get extra
pay, if he has to be treated that way."

"That's so," said Dick; "but I guess he's used to it. It seems to
agree with his constitution."

"What building is that?" asked Frank, pointing to a structure
several rods back from the street, with a large yard in front. It
was an unusual sight for Broadway, all the other buildings in that
neighborhood being even with the street.

"That is the New York Hospital," said Dick. "They're a rich
institution, and take care of sick people on very reasonable terms."

"Did you ever go in there?"

"Yes," said Dick; "there was a friend of mine, Johnny Mullen, he was
a newsboy, got run over by a omnibus as he was crossin' Broadway
down near Park Place. He was carried to the Hospital, and me and
some of his friends paid his board while he was there. It was only
three dollars a week, which was very cheap, considerin' all the care
they took of him. I got leave to come and see him while he was here.
Everything looked so nice and comfortable, that I thought a little
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