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She is the wife now of another man. Never had he been so intrigued. Should be home soon. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical. For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny. 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. How much Mary knew is a mystery. “There are a few fees. By-the-bye, do you recognize that?” Anna looked and gasped.
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