Jack Harkaway and His Son's Escape from the Brigand's of Greece by Bracebridge Hemyng
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The day after the capture of the notorious robbers, a poor cripple hobbled up to the porter's lodge, dragging himself painfully along by the aid of a stick in one hand and a crutch under his other arm. "Move off," said the porter gruffly; "we have nothing to give away here." "I don't ask your charity," replied the cripple humbly; "accept this, good sir, as a peace offering." And then, to the porter's surprise, he dropped a coin into his hand. The porter looked hard at the coin in his hand, and then at the cripple. He was a man of no sentiment, this porter, and so he asked the generous donor bluntly what he wanted for the money. "I only want you to show some consideration and kindness, if possible, to some of the unfortunate inmates of this place," was the reply. "Prisoners?" "Yes." "If you expect that," said the porter "you had better take back your money, for I have nothing to do with the prisoners." The cripple looked grave, and he muttered to himself-- |
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