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"Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is. " "Quite the contrary," rejoined the woollen-draper, laughing good-humouredly. Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. One of the coolies held the paper lantern. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. With Baptist Kettleby, to engage in a matter is to go through with it.
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