“Nigel is like all men,” Lady Lescelles continued. Or felt it. “I like to think of your offer. Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;—now ascending, now descending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, at the imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in Fleet Street. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods.
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