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She was sorry for his liking her too much for his own good, but her need was too desperate to cavil at turning it to useful account. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. Wood, would preclude the possibility of his remaining with his new friends as long as his inclinations prompted. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. ‘Move, you.
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