You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. “I have not left this apartment myself. Presently she was going through a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the light of the electric standards. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as the painting was turned towards him. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. "Did you never see two gentlemen with only a couple of peepers between them before!" "Never, I'll be sworn!" said Smith, taking the opportunity of filling his glass while his comrade's back was turned; "we're a nat'ral cur'osity.
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