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In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in a few minutes at his destination. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most earnestly that I may come back to my old place as “Your devoted friend, “WALTER BRENDON. " CHAPTER XIV. It's infernally provoking. They give themselves airs, but so it is. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. Quick, now. "Flight is still left me," replied Trenchard. So do please believe that in this matter I am acting for the best.
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