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Her cheeks were aflame. Lucy stepped inside. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. The bridge was protected on either side by a railing with bannisters placed at wide intervals. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. . She was in a very uncritical state that afternoon. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon.
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