Stanley,’ I said. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. Arrived within a short distance of his destination, he came to a halt, and pointing out a dark court nearly opposite the woollen-draper's abode, told the chairmen to wait there till they were summoned. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. Come. I don’t want to know.
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