” Hill looked up at him, an unkempt, rough-looking object, with broken collar, tumbled hair, and the blood slowly dripping from his face. There all the loose characters thronged, assignations were openly made, and the spectators diverted themselves with the vagaries of its miserable inhabitants. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. She wore a wonderful dress of turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she knew very well now that she would never attend.
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