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As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. One cannot successfully argue with a drunken man. “He’d better treat you right this time or I’ll pulverize him, you hear?” Lucy gave in to the hug. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. 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.
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