As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. Byrom,—a poet of whom his native town, Manchester, may be justly proud; and his features and figure have been preserved by the most illustrious of his companions on the present occasion,—Hogarth,—in the levée in the "Rake's Progress," and in "Southwark Fair. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. In a few seconds, the shutter flew open,—then the window,—and they were in the room. 47, straightening her hat and waiting for her luggage to appear. You are alone in the world, you have no one save yourself to consider.
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