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There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. Anna sprang to her feet with a startled cry. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. "It is droll," he said. Voilà tout. Lucy could feel blood welling underneath a bump half swelling and already half-healing on her scalp. "Has he escaped?" asked the thief-taker, faintly. " "Away with him!" cried Jonathan.
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