With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank. She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel. As the carpenter's gaze wandered over this scene of devastation, his attention was drawn by Mrs. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church.
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