hundred and seventy, so I contented myself with
taking his measure. Poor, misshapen little man !
His skin an unhealthy color, body gnarled and
twisted out of all decency, contracted chest, shoul
ders bent prodigiously from long hours of toil,
and head hang
ing heavily for
ward and out of
place ! A " earty
man," e was !

"How tall are
you?"

"Five foot
two," he an
swered proudly;
"an the chaps at
the shop..."

"Let me see
that shop," I
said.

[{FRYING-PAN ALLEY}]

The shop was
idle just then, but I still desired to see it. Pass
ing Leman Street, we cut off to the left into
Spitalfields, and dived into Frying-Pan Alley. A
spawn of children cluttered the slimy pavement,
for all the world like tadpoles just turned frogs
on the bottom of a dry pond. In a narrow door
way, so narrow that perforce we stepped over her,

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