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Spurling had retired for the night. What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. "I was at Tyburn. Do help me, Lady Ferringhall. “Let’s go home. All these things spoke of peace;—but there are seasons when the pleasantest external influences have a depressing effect on the mind, by painfully recalling past happiness.
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