human
the
gpt
Proteck in three months, I argued I could do it in twenty-four hours. We three ripped things open for some time; but one day we were grafting on Sixth Avenue, just below Twentieth Street, when I fell for a
human
The
gpt
a good-looking Moll was coming up the Avenue. Her
human
which looked fat, was sticking out of her skirt. I, who was the
gpt
gave Jack and Zack the tip (thief's cough), and they stalled, one in front, one behind. The girl did not
human
(take alarm) and I got hold of the leather easily. It looked like a get-away, for no one on the sidewalk saw us. But as bad luck would have it, a negro coachman, standing in the street by the pavement, got next, and said to me,
gpt
What are you doing there? I replied,
human
Shut up, and I'll give you two dollars. But he caught hold of me and shouted for the police. I passed the leather to Jack, who