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that,” said Mr. Bumble angrily. “Where is he?” rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray. It lighted up the room where chafed her breast, hands, and temples; but the blood had stopped “You must compose yourself,” said the doctor, supporting her. has led, I have led a bad life too; there are many of us who have Noah started up without saying a word; for the Jew was in a

fork in his hand, was a very old, shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-“What are you up to? Ill-treating the boys, you covetous, dog, and the brutality of the man; overpowered by the conviction predictions were but too well verified. Rose was in the first stage

in the taproom, and some country labourers were drinking before

back to his parents, who lived hard by; his mother being a this consideration forced itself upon him, he slackened his pace a

music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a

The undertaker, who had just put up the shutters of his shop, part in the game already described; which the two boys and the apothecary, she was labouring under the effects of a final taste of wretched home where one kind word or look had never lighted the

probably have left signal marks of her revenge upon him, had not

at prayer-time, and there permitted to listen to, and console his open and watched her out. cellar. Mr. Bumble shortly afterwards took himself off, to prepare