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"It's too late to carry 'em before a magistrate now, Sir Rowland; so, with your permission, I'll give 'em a night's lodging in Saint Giles's round-house. ’ ‘I am relieved to hear it. "Let me see," replied Wood; "exactly twelve years ago last November. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. I had to go at a moment’s notice. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. Wood's anxiety grew so insupportable, that he seized his hat with the intention of sallying forth in search of them, though he did not know whither to bend his steps, when his departure was arrested by a gentle knock at the door. ‘Quickly! You must get up. "I knew him at once. Sir John felt and looked several years younger.
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