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Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. Only au revoir. She could not say a word, much less move. He would advise you how to get rid of the fellow. "Stay!" interposed Jonathan.
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