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Lucy kissed him on the cheek. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. All right really. . And this clear-visioned child had comprehended that only half the rogues were really ill.
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