‘How do you do? I am so happy to meet you. ‘Oh, are there? You are not quite alone in these adventures of yours, I take it. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill.
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