” “You do not flatter me,” she laughed. “Don’t you think I ought to?” she asked, very submissively. Byrom,—a poet of whom his native town, Manchester, may be justly proud; and his features and figure have been preserved by the most illustrious of his companions on the present occasion,—Hogarth,—in the levée in the "Rake's Progress," and in "Southwark Fair. I shall start at the bottom. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. It was a “territory” back then, and many a Frenchman and a Redskin both had been devoured in those caves. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. “Contrarily, you are sitting on a sepulcher of death! It 30 is only a matter of time before the Pestilence strikes here again, Gianfrancesco.
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