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"He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. “But for you Dad would never have let me marry Lescelles. "Water!" he gasped. ’ ‘But where? Where has he gone? Always he goes off, and he says no word to anyone. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. And when they got to Covent Garden Ramage secured one of the little upper boxes, and they came into it as the overture began.
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