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The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. " "Mr. On his first entrance, a prisoner, if unable or unwilling to comply with the exactions of the turnkeys, was thrust into the Condemned Hold with the worst description of criminals, and terrified by threats into submission. “Ding-dong-Diedermayer is here, Lucy. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. . She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had her own babies.
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