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But for me it doesn’t matter. The postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made their appearance. “She has nothing to be afraid of,” he continued. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. He seemed to know a great deal about life. It is not possible for us to be on friendly terms with a young man who has been seen in a public place, having supper alone with your sister after midnight. \"Can I get your ticket?\" He asked her as she approached the vendor. When any violent outrage was committed,—and such matters were of daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence,—a bell, the rope of which descended into the hall, brought the whole of the turnkeys to their assistance.
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