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Wood obeyed. There is no future for me here. To his intense satisfaction, Melusine bit her lip on a tremor. The young man did not know what he was doing or where he was. In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in a few minutes at his destination. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter.

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