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Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. Manning? I suppose there’s a sort of place like a ticket-office. " The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street, had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. I wanted to speak to you first.
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