Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;—now ascending, now descending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, at the imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in Fleet Street. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. ’ Kimble nodded. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. I shall still wear your favor—even if it is a stolen and forbidden favor—in my casque. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside.
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