‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here. Anna followed her finger, and looked back into her sister’s face. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. She pulled her chair with a mild creak and marched towards the stair. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You should have tipped me the wink. Operations then commenced.
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