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“Is this hansom for me?” she said. At least, you are one, and I am disguised like one. "Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. ” “Wonderful! You can teach my son. You know that. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. There she sought and at last found 107A, one of those heterogeneous piles of offices which occupy the eastern side of the lane. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. ‘Scream and you are dead,’ he snapped, and released her mouth so that he might open the door.
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