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Sepulchre's church, where, in compliance with an old custom, it halted. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind. " "And, what good would that do?" replied Ireton, sarcastically. Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. By a tacit agreement they ignored the significant thing between them, ignored the slipping away of the ground on which they had stood together hitherto.
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