if they
had
forgotten
something,
and pass
me face to
face, – on
which
occasions
I don’t
know
whether
they or I
made the
worse
pretence;
they of
not doing
it, or I
of not
seeing it.
Still my
position
was a
distinguished
one, and I
was not at
all
dissatisfied
with it,
until Fate
threw me
in the way
of that
unlimited
miscreant,
Trabb’s
boy.
Casting my
eyes along
the street
at a
certain
point of
my
progress,
I beheld
Trabb’s
boy
approaching,
