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It was the grand nursery of vice. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo.
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