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"Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of Christ-church, without ceremony.
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