Here's the——" "Let me have one," cried a servant maid, running across the street, and in her haste forgetting to shut the door,—"here's the money. S. Again silence. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York.
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