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As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse. But to-day he did not get beyond half a dozen desultory start-offs. The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. "Come down, sirrah, and I'll teach you how to deface my walls in future.
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