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"The feeling is dead within my breast. It is as if my lips had been sealed about them. Here lay a heap of knockers of all sizes, from the huge lion's head to the small brass rapper: there, a collection of sign-boards, with the names and calling of the owners utterly obliterated. Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary finery. It was red and chapped. “You do not know what such a relation means.
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