both　individuals　…　the　man　whose　pocket　had　been　picked　and　the
  other；　the　latter　now　began　to　struggle　violently；　'I　have　picked
  no　one's　pocket；'　said　he。　　'Rascal；'　said　the　other；　'you　have　got
  my　pocket…book　in　your　bosom。'　　'No；　I　have　not；'　said　the　other；
  and；　struggling　more　violently　than　before；　the　pocket…book　dropped
  from　his　bosom　upon　the　ground。
  The　other　was　now　about　to　lay　hands　upon　the　fellow；　who　was　still
  struggling。　　'You　had　better　take　up　your　book；'　said　I；　'I　can
  hold　him。'　　He　followed　my　advice；　and；　taking　up　his　pocket…book；
  surveyed　my　prisoner　with　a　ferocious　look；　occasionally　glaring　at
  me。　　Yes；　I　had　seen　him　before　…　it　was　the　stranger　whom　I　had
  observed　on　London　Bridge；　by　the　stall　of　the　old　apple…woman；
  with　the　cap　and　cloak；　but；　instead　of　these；　he　now　wore　a　hat
  and　greatcoat。　　'Well；'　said　I；　at　last；　'what　am　I　to　do　with　this
  gentleman　of　ours？'　nodding　to　the　prisoner；　who　had　now　left　off
  struggling。　　'Shall　I　let　him　go？'
  'Go！'　said　the　other；　'go！　　The　knave　…　the　rascal；　let　him　go；
  indeed！　　Not　so；　he　shall　go　before　the　Lord　Mayor。　　Bring　him
  along。'
  'Oh；　let　me　go；'　said　the　other：　　'let　me　go；　this　is　the　first
  offence；　I　assure　ye　…　the　first　time　I　ever　thought　to　do　anything
  wrong。'
  'Hold　your　tongue；'　said　I；　'or　I　shall　be　angry　with　you。　　If　I　am
  not　very　much　mistaken；　you　once　attempted　to　cheat　me。'
  'I　never　saw　you　before　in　all　my　life；'　said　the　fellow；　though
  his　countenance　seemed　to　belie　his　words。
  'That　is　not　true；'　said　I；　'you　are　the　man　who　attempted　to　cheat
  me　of　one…and…ninepence　in　the　coach…yard；　on　the　first　morning　of
  my　arrival　in　London。'
  'I　don't　doubt　it；'　said　the　other；　'a　confirmed　thief'；　and　here
  his　tones　became　peculiarly　sharp；　'I　would　fain　see　him　hanged　…
  crucified。　　Drag　him　along。'
  'I　am　no　constable；'　said　I；　'you　have　got　your　pocket…book；　…　I
  would　rather　you　would　bid　me　let　him　go。'
  'Bid　you　let　him　go！'　said　the　other　almost　furiously；　'I　command　…
  stay；　what　was　I　going　to　say？　　I　was　forgetting　myself；'　he
  observed　more　gently；　'but　he　stole　my　pocket…book；　…　if　you　did
  but　know　what　it　contained。'
  'Well；'　said　I；　'if　it　contains　anything　valuable；　be　the　more
  thankful　that　you　have　recovered　it；　as　for　the　man；　I　will　help
  you　to　take　him　where　you　please；　but　I　wish　you　would　let　him　go。'
  The　stranger　hesitated；　and　there　was　an　extraordinary　play　of
  emotion　in　his　features：　　he　looked　ferociously　at　the　pickpocket；
  and；　more　than　once；　somewhat　suspiciously　at　myself；　at　last　his
  countenance　cleared；　and；　with　a　good　grace；　he　said；　'Well；　you
  have　done　me　a　great　service；　and　you　have　my　consent　to　let　him
  go；　but　the　rascal　shall　not　escape　with　impunity；'　he　exclaimed
  suddenly；　as　I　let　the　man　go；　and　starting　forward；　before　the
  fellow　could　escape；　he　struck　him　a　violent　blow　on　the　face。　　The
  man　staggered；　and　had　nearly　fallen；　recovering　himself；　however；
  he　said；　'I　tell　you　what；　my　fellow；　if　I　ever　meet　you　in　this
  street　in　a　dark　night；　and　I　have　a　knife　about　me；　it　shall　be
  the　worse　for　you；　as　for　you；　young　man；'　said　he　to　me；　but；
  observing　that　the　other　was　making　towards　him；　he　left　whatever
  he　was　about　to　say　unfinished；　and；　taking　to　his　heels；　was　out
  of　sight　in　a　moment。
  The　stranger　and　myself　walked　in　the　direction　of　Cheapside；　the
  way　in　which　he　had　been　originally　proceeding；　he　was　silent　for　a
  few　moments；　at　length　he　said；　'You　have　really　done　me　a　great
  service；　and　I　should　be　ungrateful　not　to　acknowledge　it。　　I　am　a
  merchant；　and　a　merchant's　pocket…book；　as　you　perhaps　know；
  contains　many　things　of　importance；　but；　young　man；'　he　exclaimed；
  'I　think　I　have　seen　you　before；　I　thought　so　at　first；　but　where　I
  cannot　exactly　say：　　where　was　it？'　　I　mentioned　London　Bridge　and
  the　old　apple…woman。　　'Oh；'　said　he；　and　smiled；　and　there　was
  something　peculiar　in　his　smile；　'I　remember　now。　　Do　you
  frequently　sit　on　London　Bridge？'　　'Occasionally；'　said　I；　'that
  old　woman　is　an　old　friend　of　mine。'　　'Friend？'　said　the　stranger；
  'I　am　glad　of　it；　for　I　shall　know　where　to　find　you。　　At　present　I
  am　going　to　'Change；　time；　you　know；　is　precious　to　a　merchant。'
  We　were　by　this　time　close　to　Cheapside。　　'Farewell；'　said　he；　'I
  shall　not　forget　this　service。　　I　trust　we　shall　soon　meet　again。'
  He　then　shook　me　by　the　hand　and　went　his　way。
  The　next　day；　as　I　was　seated　beside　the　old　woman　in　the　booth；
  the　stranger　again　made　his　appearance；　and；　after　a　word　or　two；
  sat　down　beside　me；　the　old　woman　was　sometimes　reading　the　Bible；
  which　she　had　already　had　two　or　three　days　in　her　possession；　and
  sometimes　discoursing　with　me。　　Our　discourse　rolled　chiefly　on
  philological　matters。
  'What　do　you　call　bread　in　your　language？'　said　I。
  'You　mean　the　language　of　those　who　bring　me　things　to　buy；　or　who
  did；　for；　as　I　told　you　before；　I　shan't　buy　any　more；　it's　no
  language　of　mine；　dear　…　they　call　bread　pannam　in　their　language。'
  'Pannam！'　said　I；　'pannam！　evidently　connected　with；　if　not　derived
  from；　the　Latin　panis；　even　as　the　word　tanner；　which　signifieth　a
  sixpence；　is　connected　with；　if　not　derived　from；　the　Latin　tener；
  which　is　itself　connected　with；　if　not　derived　from；　tawno　or
  tawner；　which；　in　the　language　of　Mr。　Petulengro；　signifieth　a
  sucking　child。　　Let　me　see；　what　is　the　term　for　bread　in　the
  language　of　Mr。　Petulengro？　　Morro；　or　manro；　as　I　have　sometimes
  heard　it　called；　is　there　not　some　connection　between　these　words
  and　panis？　　Yes；　I　think　there　is；　and　I　should　not　wonder　if
  morro；　manro；　and　panis　were　connected；　perhaps　derived　from；　the
  same　root；　but　what　is　that　root？　　I　don't　know　…　I　wish　I　did；
  though；　perhaps；　I　should　not　be　the　happier。　　Morro　…　manro！　　I
  rather　think　morro　is　the　oldest　form；　it　is　easier　to　say　morro
  than　manro。　　Morro！　　Irish；　aran；　Welsh；　bara；　English；　bread。　　I
  can　see　a　resemblance　between　all　the　words；　and　pannam　too；　and　I
  rather　think　that　the　Petulengrian　word　is　the　elder。　　How　odd　it
  would　be　if　the　language　of　Mr。　Petulengro　should　eventually　turn
  out　to　be　the　mother　of　all　the　languages　in　the　world；　yet　it　is
  certain　that　there　are　some　languages　in　which　the　terms　for　bread
  have　no　connection　with　the　word　used　by　Mr。　Petulengro；
  notwithstanding　that　those　languages；　in　many　other　points；　exhibit
  a　close　affinity　to　the　language　of　the　horse…shoe　master：　　for
  example；　bread；　in　Hebrew；　is　Laham；　which　assuredly　exhibits
  little　similitude　to　the　word　used　by　the　aforesaid　Petulengro。　　In
  Armenian　it　is…　'
  'Zhats！'　said　the　stranger；　starting　up。　　'By　the　Patriarch　and　the
  Three　Holy　Churches；　this　is　wonderful！　　How　came　you　to　know　aught
  of　Armenian？'
  CHAPTER　XLVII
  New　acquaintance　…　Wired　cases　…　Bread　and　wine　…　Armenian　colonies
  …　Learning　without　money　…　What　a　language　…　The　tide　…　Your　foible
  …　Learning　of　the　Haiks　…　Old　proverb　…　Pressing　invitation。
  JUST　as　I　was　about　to　reply　to　the　interrogation　of　my　new…formed
  acquaintance；　a　man　with　a　dusky　countenance；　probably　one　of　the
  Lascars；　or　Mulattos；　of　whom　the　old　woman　had　spoken；　came　up　and
  whispered　to　him；　and　with　this　man　he　presently　departed；　not
  however　before　he　had　told　me　the　place　of　his　abode；　and　requested
  me　to　visit　him。
  After　the　lapse　of　a　few　days；　I　called　at　the　house　which　he　had
  indicated。　　It　was　situated　in　a　dark　and　narrow　street；　in　the
  heart　of　the　City；　at　no　great　distance　from　the　Bank。　　I　entered　a
  counting…room；　in　which　a　solitary　clerk；　with　a　foreign　look；　was
  writing。　　The　stranger　was　not　at　home；　returning　the　next　day；
  however；　I　met　him　at　the　door　as　he　was　about　to　enter；　he　shook
  me　warmly　by　the　hand。　　'I　am　glad　to　see　you；'　said　he；　'follow
  me；　I　was　just　thinking　of　you。'　　He　led　me　through　the　counting…
  room；　to　an　apartment　up　a　flight　of　stairs；　before　ascending；
  however；　he　looked　into　the　book　in　which　the　foreign…visaged　clerk
  was　writing；　and；　seemingly　not　satisfied　with　the　manner　in　which
  he　was　executing　his　task；　he　gave　him　two　or　three　cuffs；　telling
  him　at　the　same　time　that　he　deserved　crucifixion。
  The　apartment　above　stairs；　to　which　he　led　me；　was　large；　with
  three　windows；　which　opened　upon　the　street。　　The　walls　were　hung
  with　wired　cases；　apparently　containing　books。　　There　was　a　table
  and　two　or　three　chairs；　but　the　principal　article　of　furniture　was
  a　long　sofa；　extending　from　the　door　by　which　we　entered　to　the
  farther　end　of　the　apartment。　　Seating　himself　upon　the　sofa；　my
  new　acquaintance　motioned　to　me　to　sit　beside　him；　and　then；
  looking　me　full　in　the　face；　repeated　his　former　inquiry。　　'In　the
  name　of　all　that　is　wonderful；　h