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She passed down the stairs and into the street. "As like as life. "You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. Suffer me to precede you. Adjoining it was the Lower Ward,—"Though, in what degree of latitude it was situated," observes Ned Ward, "I cannot positively demonstrate, unless it lay ninety degrees beyond the North Pole; for, instead of being dark there but half a year, it is dark all the year round. Do not avoid me if we meet by accident, but I trust to you all not to let the accident happen if you can help it. ‘He could have little comfort there, indeed. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. ” Lucy stated.
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