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Anna stepped back at once with a little gasp of relief. ” “For a little time,” she answered. " "Thames Ditton—is that your name?" "No," replied the boy, impatiently; "Darrell—Thames Darrell. There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. Of you, I mean. “No, I’d like to. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. I can’t help you a cent. I wonder what it was. It was that somebody had cheated you. But it’s as you say. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time.
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