Giles's was lined with spectators. Without stopping to inquire into the cause of their mirth, or even to ask the names of his guests, the worthy carpenter shook hands with the one-eyed chapmen, slapped Mr. gutenberg. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him. Then the storm broke.
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