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A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck, shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to the provident kindness of Mr. Figg, the noted prize-fighter, from the New Amphitheatre in Marylebone Fields. " "What for?" demanded the turnkey. Michelle waved to her, then flitted over to where she was sitting. The fire still burned brightly. ’ ‘You are not on my side at all, and it will be better that, instead of saying such things to him, you would say them to yourself.
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