"My lit-tle woman!" says Mr. Snagsby, looking up the staircase. "My love, permit me! Pray have a moment's patience, my dear. I do know something of this lad, and in what I know of him, I can't say that there's any harm; perhaps on the contrary, constable." To whom the law-stationer relates his Joful and woeful experience, suppressing the half-crown fact.

"My lit-tle woman!" says Mr. Snagsby, looking up the staircase. "My love, permit me! I do know something of this lad, and in what I know of him, I can't say that there's any harm; perhaps on the contrary, constable." The law-stationer relates his Joful and woeful experience.
