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"Mother, I come to you. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl. “Any choice as to which of the Halls? You can pick and choose, you know. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. " "It is," replied Jack. .
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