Old London Bridge. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow. As the day wore on, the crowds diminished,—many who would not submit to the turnkey's demands were sent away ungratified,—and at five o'clock, only two strangers, Mr. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. “Just at present my mind simply won’t take hold of this at all. ” He chuckled, wincing at the thought. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. " "I say, Kneebone," rejoined Blueskin, as he washed down an immense mouthful with another bumper, "do you recollect how nearly Mr.
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