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"Mother—dear mother! Once
again, I beseech you to listen to me. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. “I don’t care,” said Ann Veronica. The coachman
answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his
course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called
Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the
middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston
Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open
space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called
Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was
situated. "
"Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. ”
He looked at her gravely. ” He said to her, quite unsure of
whether or not he was dreaming. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed
a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer
all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. . Yet, stay! There is one thing I wish you to do. Rather a hazardous
spot for a convalescent, and McClintock had been doubtful at first; but Spurlock
declared that he was a good sailor, which was true.
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