Meanwhile, the object of all this fearful disturbance had made his escape to Newgate, from the roof of which he witnessed the destruction of his premises. "What does he say?" roared the long drover. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. I begin to fear I might be purposely go out of the way. I will never consent till I see him. I believe I am getting impudent. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers.
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