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Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. The crowd dispersed in different directions, and most fortunately a heavy shower coming on, put them altogether to flight. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. She indicated the captain who had retired behind the sofa. She may address me as “Grandfather” if she chooses, since I’m obliged to accept her in that capacity. ’ Melusine swung round and stared at him, while Gerald silently cursed.
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