Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks by Horatio Alger
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conclusion that it had been stolen, and her suspicions fastened upon
Frank, with whom she was already provoked for "crowding her," as she termed it. "Conductor!" she exclaimed in a sharp voice. "What's wanted, ma'am?" returned that functionary. "I want you to come here right off." "What's the matter?" "My purse has been stolen. There was four dollars and eighty cents in it. I know, because I counted it when I paid my fare." "Who stole it?" "That boy," she said pointing to Frank, who listened to the charge in the most intense astonishment. "He crowded in here on purpose to rob me, and I want you to search him right off." "That's a lie!" exclaimed Dick, indignantly. "Oh, you're in league with him, I dare say," said the woman spitefully. "You're as bad as he is, I'll be bound." "You're a nice female, you be!" said Dick, ironically. "Don't you dare to call me a female, sir," said the lady, furiously. |
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