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On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. " "Iss, missis," grinned the black. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. For a few moments Mr.
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