A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. This suggestion being approved, was instantly acted upon, and the thief-taker, accompanied by a body of the grenadiers, rode forward. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman.
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