
Rain traps your invalid carriage in a Norton Bury alley, and a ragged, hungry boy named John Halifax pulls it clear before your father, the tanner Abel Fletcher, can even ask for help. Fourteen and friendless, John takes payment only for work done, never for kindness, and you press your father to hire him. By evening he has a bed, a shilling, and a hide cart to learn before dawn.
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