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" "Not utterly," rejoined the other. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. ” He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped, having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other. The cage at Willesden was, and is—for it is still standing—a small round building about eight feet high, with a pointed tiled roof, to which a number of boards, inscribed with the names of the parish officers, and charged with a multitude of admonitory notices to vagrants and other disorderly persons, are attached.
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