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‘You see, it is that I have a plan to marry an Englishman. I know London better than you, and I have had to earn my own living. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. “I must repeat,” Sir John said, “that I much regret disturbing you at such an unseemly hour. We’ve deserted the posts in which we found ourselves, cut our duties, exposed ourselves to risks that may destroy any sort of social usefulness in us. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. He continued alternately to be tossed in the air, or rolled in the kennel until he was borne out of sight. But threats and entreaties—even promises were ineffectual; and the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to give up the point.
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