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"'Faith, an' you may say that," returned a watchman, who was wiping a ruddy stream from his brow; "they've broken the paice, and our pates into the bargain. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. The whole incident was so unexpected that neither Courtlaw nor Brendon were awaiting. Anyhow, there was some pleasurable satisfaction in knowing where the quarry would be for the next three weeks.
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