This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. Here, then, but for the time and place, might be another Sidney Carton. The place was pockmarked with window-like holes everywhere—people were always 138 falling into them and breaking bones--it was for these lookouts why she had chosen it. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker.
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