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"I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. F. Sheppard's habitation terminated a row of old ruinous buildings, called Wheeler's Rents; a dirty thoroughfare, part street, and part lane, running from Mint Street, through a variety of turnings, and along the brink of a deep kennel, skirted by a number of petty and neglected gardens in the direction of Saint George's Fields. Spurling, who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than by privately pinching the arm of her expected husband. " "Wait a bit, massa," replied the grinning negro,—"lilly bit—see all right fust. "Well, well; look who's here!" cried Spurlock.
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