32 WILD DICK AND 56 by no other name, from that day, than Richard Wild. The wretched and ragged little runaway, flying barefooted from his native village, with his dirty clothes and crownless hat, had undergone, to all appearance, a complete transformation, within and without. He was now nearly fifteen years of age, and robust for his years, His ruddy complexion, well-washed face, and smooth dark hair, together with his blue jacket and trbwsers, white collar and neat black r&and, werev indicative of cleanliness and health. Aftbf Wneeting, as farmer Little and hiS wife, with their daughter Abigail, were returning home, followed by Robert and Richard, when they had turned off the main road, into the by-way, that leads to the farm, they were called after by old Sukey, the cripple, who came hobbling behind them, as fast as leg and crutch could cany her. They paused for old Sukey to come up with them. l< Now tell me,” said she, “ is it Richard Wild ? I have kept my eyes on the boy, sinner that I am, the whole morning, but he has not lifted his own to give me a chance to see
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