"Vill this do?" demanded the constable, taking the candle from the lantern, the better to display the narrow limits of the hole. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. ” “The truth,” she murmured, with her eyes fixed upon him. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. ” He said. The concourse extended along Giltspur Street as far as Smithfield.
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