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The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. The doors of several of the wards were thrown open for these parties, and as Jack passed, he could not help glancing at the wretched inmates. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. He laughed reassuringly. Oh, John. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. I'll engage to get the job done by six.
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