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" "Be handy, then," rejoined Terence, "or, I'll lose my share of the smart money. I am not going to be a chorus girl, or even a super. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals. At Anna’s words she seemed suddenly to stiffen. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. It has been said, that the pier of each arch, or lock of Old London Bridge, was defended from the force of the tide by a huge projecting spur called a starling.
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