She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. “Cheer up, Annabel. .
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