Excerpt from Jack Warleigh, Vol. 1 of 2: A Tale of the Turf and the Law Sometimes another figure, then very familiar in the Fetchester Street, would cross the Square with an accustomed half swagger, half limp. It was the figure of an elderly man, with a large curled and dyed moustache, a white hat worn jauntily on one side, who leaned somewhat heavily on his stick, and he would smile when he heard the sound, which held the widow spell-bound: and as he put out a gouty old hand, he would ask her if she were not trembling lest her boy were catching it from old Paradine. Well, if he is his father's son, he will know how to take his punishment, Jack could, he would say, and then he would have much to tell her of his old comrade Jack Warleigh. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.