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Never mind. Sheppard, with startling eagerness. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. "Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. . And will you look! His name neatly cut out from each title page. Meantime, every preparation had been made outside for his departure. A.
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