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Mr. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. "Arundel Stairs," replied Wood, "the nearest point to Wych Street. His father and mother are gone now. Here, turnkey.
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