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"Dicky Perrott, come 'ere," said Mr. Aaron Weech in a voice of sad rebuke, a few days later. "Come 'ere, Dicky Perrott."
He shook his head solemnly as he stooped. Dicky slouched up.
"What was that you found the other day and didn't bring to me?"
"Nuffin'." Dicky withdrew a step.
"It's no good you a-tellin' me that, Dicky Perrott, when I know better. You know very well you can't prevent me knowin'." His little eyes searched Dicky's face, and Dicky sulkily shifted his own gaze. "You're a wicked, ungrateful young 'ound, an' I've a good mind to tell a p'liceman to find out where you got that clock. Come 'ere, now—don't you try
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