“I will go,” he said. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. A deep silence, however, now prevailed, broken only by the tolling of the bells of Newgate and St. And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion, eh?" "He does," replied Thames.
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