My own skills, my determination to succeed and thus to survive, were unmatched, and I soon rose in his esteem. Under his tutelage I learned anything could be stolen-given the proper preparation. I was not long on my own when I fell in with a notorious den of child thieves, managed by a crafty old blighter who went by the name of Feagan. In my new circumstance, I quickly learned the devil wore gentlemen’s clothing, and I ran away, convinced I’d be better off on the streets than in an elegant house where fancy gents pretended respectability. I never held it against her even at such a tender age I understood that hunger and fear could make a person do things he thought he’d never do. When I was five years old, my mum sold me.
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