1. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway, something obstructed his further progress. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. I suppose that shocks one’s ideas. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. Old London Bridge. He realized that he was committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of times. I am dreadfully sad. “When we see you going through disobedience to the devil! Come, Molly, she must go her own way.
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