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The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated. "So endeth the first lesson," he said. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. Sheppard, distractedly. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame.
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