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She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. It was still so dark, that nothing could be distinguished except the heavy masses of timber by which the premises were surrounded; but as they advanced, lights were visible in some of the windows. And when, at length, it was struck, he wanted energy to pursue his advantages.
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