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Ragged Dick
Horatio Alger Jr
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 1868
- Pages
- Pages 220
He sleeps in a wooden box in Spruce Street and wakes with a blacking brush in his hand, fourteen years old and owing nothing to anybody. Dick Hunter will not steal and will not lie, though he will spend his last quarter on a seat at the Old Bowery and count it money well laid out.
I aint always goin’ to black boots for a livin’.
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