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"GET away with ye, will ye, Ben Madden! I don't want you a-sneaking about my stall to see what you can be laying your fingers on! " exclaimed Betty Wiggins, the cross old dame who sold biscuits and cakes at the corner of High Street.
The poor orphan boy thus rudely addressed slunk back a pace or two from the tempting stall. His young heart was burning with anger, and indignant tears rose into his eyes.