And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New
Mint. She rang again with the same result. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was
screaming over and over again. Her hand grasped it firmly, and she pushed herself forward. She ran to the lamp and extinguished it. So she brought
upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise
and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at
the Victoria that morning. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and
any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do you know, I envy you. “These are the
playgrounds of life.
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