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That night she found a ship bound to sail for the
heathen nation called America. . . "
"How soon do you expect Mishter Vudd?" inquired the janizary, tauntingly. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’
Valade cut in at that. If you had taken your degree, for example. “I was frightened then,” she declared. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind
his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal
gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of
Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same
course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back
of Jonathan's habitation.
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