If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. It was now a quarter past twelve. Solomon Smith, chapmen, (or what in modern vulgar parlance would be termed bagmen) travelling to procure orders for the house of an eminent cloth manufacturer in Manchester. ToC Jack was scarcely concealed when the door opened, and the two persons of whom he had caught a glimpse below entered the room.
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