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both individuals … the man whose pocket had been picked and the 

other; the latter now began to struggle violently; 'I have picked 

no one's pocket;' said he。  'Rascal;' said the other; 'you have got 

my pocket…book in your bosom。'  'No; I have not;' said the other; 

and; struggling more violently than before; the pocket…book dropped 

from his bosom upon the ground。



The other was now about to lay hands upon the fellow; who was still 

struggling。  'You had better take up your book;' said I; 'I can 

hold him。'  He followed my advice; and; taking up his pocket…book; 

surveyed my prisoner with a ferocious look; occasionally glaring at 

me。  Yes; I had seen him before … it was the stranger whom I had 

observed on London Bridge; by the stall of the old apple…woman; 

with the cap and cloak; but; instead of these; he now wore a hat 

and greatcoat。  'Well;' said I; at last; 'what am I to do with this 

gentleman of ours?' nodding to the prisoner; who had now left off 

struggling。  'Shall I let him go?'



'Go!' said the other; 'go!  The knave … the rascal; let him go; 

indeed!  Not so; he shall go before the Lord Mayor。  Bring him 

along。'



'Oh; let me go;' said the other:  'let me go; this is the first 

offence; I assure ye … the first time I ever thought to do anything 

wrong。'



'Hold your tongue;' said I; 'or I shall be angry with you。  If I am 

not very much mistaken; you once attempted to cheat me。'



'I never saw you before in all my life;' said the fellow; though 

his countenance seemed to belie his words。



'That is not true;' said I; 'you are the man who attempted to cheat 

me of one…and…ninepence in the coach…yard; on the first morning of 

my arrival in London。'



'I don't doubt it;' said the other; 'a confirmed thief'; and here 

his tones became peculiarly sharp; 'I would fain see him hanged … 

crucified。  Drag him along。'



'I am no constable;' said I; 'you have got your pocket…book; … I 

would rather you would bid me let him go。'



'Bid you let him go!' said the other almost furiously; 'I command … 

stay; what was I going to say?  I was forgetting myself;' he 

observed more gently; 'but he stole my pocket…book; … if you did 

but know what it contained。'



'Well;' said I; 'if it contains anything valuable; be the more 

thankful that you have recovered it; as for the man; I will help 

you to take him where you please; but I wish you would let him go。'



The stranger hesitated; and there was an extraordinary play of 

emotion in his features:  he looked ferociously at the pickpocket; 

and; more than once; somewhat suspiciously at myself; at last his 

countenance cleared; and; with a good grace; he said; 'Well; you 

have done me a great service; and you have my consent to let him 

go; but the rascal shall not escape with impunity;' he exclaimed 

suddenly; as I let the man go; and starting forward; before the 

fellow could escape; he struck him a violent blow on the face。  The 

man staggered; and had nearly fallen; recovering himself; however; 

he said; 'I tell you what; my fellow; if I ever meet you in this 

street in a dark night; and I have a knife about me; it shall be 

the worse for you; as for you; young man;' said he to me; but; 

observing that the other was making towards him; he left whatever 

he was about to say unfinished; and; taking to his heels; was out 

of sight in a moment。



The stranger and myself walked in the direction of Cheapside; the 

way in which he had been originally proceeding; he was silent for a 

few moments; at length he said; 'You have really done me a great 

service; and I should be ungrateful not to acknowledge it。  I am a 

merchant; and a merchant's pocket…book; as you perhaps know; 

contains many things of importance; but; young man;' he exclaimed; 

'I think I have seen you before; I thought so at first; but where I 

cannot exactly say:  where was it?'  I mentioned London Bridge and 

the old apple…woman。  'Oh;' said he; and smiled; and there was 

something peculiar in his smile; 'I remember now。  Do you 

frequently sit on London Bridge?'  'Occasionally;' said I; 'that 

old woman is an old friend of mine。'  'Friend?' said the stranger; 

'I am glad of it; for I shall know where to find you。  At present I 

am going to 'Change; time; you know; is precious to a merchant。'  

We were by this time close to Cheapside。  'Farewell;' said he; 'I 

shall not forget this service。  I trust we shall soon meet again。'  

He then shook me by the hand and went his way。



The next day; as I was seated beside the old woman in the booth; 

the stranger again made his appearance; and; after a word or two; 

sat down beside me; the old woman was sometimes reading the Bible; 

which she had already had two or three days in her possession; and 

sometimes discoursing with me。  Our discourse rolled chiefly on 

philological matters。



'What do you call bread in your language?' said I。



'You mean the language of those who bring me things to buy; or who 

did; for; as I told you before; I shan't buy any more; it's no 

language of mine; dear … they call bread pannam in their language。'



'Pannam!' said I; 'pannam! evidently connected with; if not derived 

from; the Latin panis; even as the word tanner; which signifieth a 

sixpence; is connected with; if not derived from; the Latin tener; 

which is itself connected with; if not derived from; tawno or 

tawner; which; in the language of Mr。 Petulengro; signifieth a 

sucking child。  Let me see; what is the term for bread in the 

language of Mr。 Petulengro?  Morro; or manro; as I have sometimes 

heard it called; is there not some connection between these words 

and panis?  Yes; I think there is; and I should not wonder if 

morro; manro; and panis were connected; perhaps derived from; the 

same root; but what is that root?  I don't know … I wish I did; 

though; perhaps; I should not be the happier。  Morro … manro!  I 

rather think morro is the oldest form; it is easier to say morro 

than manro。  Morro!  Irish; aran; Welsh; bara; English; bread。  I 

can see a resemblance between all the words; and pannam too; and I 

rather think that the Petulengrian word is the elder。  How odd it 

would be if the language of Mr。 Petulengro should eventually turn 

out to be the mother of all the languages in the world; yet it is 

certain that there are some languages in which the terms for bread 

have no connection with the word used by Mr。 Petulengro; 

notwithstanding that those languages; in many other points; exhibit 

a close affinity to the language of the horse…shoe master:  for 

example; bread; in Hebrew; is Laham; which assuredly exhibits 

little similitude to the word used by the aforesaid Petulengro。  In 

Armenian it is… '



'Zhats!' said the stranger; starting up。  'By the Patriarch and the 

Three Holy Churches; this is wonderful!  How came you to know aught 

of Armenian?'







CHAPTER XLVII







New acquaintance … Wired cases … Bread and wine … Armenian colonies 

… Learning without money … What a language … The tide … Your foible 

… Learning of the Haiks … Old proverb … Pressing invitation。



JUST as I was about to reply to the interrogation of my new…formed 

acquaintance; a man with a dusky countenance; probably one of the 

Lascars; or Mulattos; of whom the old woman had spoken; came up and 

whispered to him; and with this man he presently departed; not 

however before he had told me the place of his abode; and requested 

me to visit him。



After the lapse of a few days; I called at the house which he had 

indicated。  It was situated in a dark and narrow street; in the 

heart of the City; at no great distance from the Bank。  I entered a 

counting…room; in which a solitary clerk; with a foreign look; was 

writing。  The stranger was not at home; returning the next day; 

however; I met him at the door as he was about to enter; he shook 

me warmly by the hand。  'I am glad to see you;' said he; 'follow 

me; I was just thinking of you。'  He led me through the counting…

room; to an apartment up a flight of stairs; before ascending; 

however; he looked into the book in which the foreign…visaged clerk 

was writing; and; seemingly not satisfied with the manner in which 

he was executing his task; he gave him two or three cuffs; telling 

him at the same time that he deserved crucifixion。



The apartment above stairs; to which he led me; was large; with 

three windows; which opened upon the street。  The walls were hung 

with wired cases; apparently containing books。  There was a table 

and two or three chairs; but the principal article of furniture was 

a long sofa; extending from the door by which we entered to the 

farther end of the apartment。  Seating himself upon the sofa; my 

new acquaintance motioned to me to sit beside him; and then; 

looking me full in the face; repeated his former inquiry。  'In the 

name of all that is wonderful; h

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