At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired young person near the door. She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had departed. " "I'm not afraid, mother," said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. " And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL. ” He nodded twice, with his eyes on the fire, as though that was a formal statement. "Leave the room instantly, sirrah!" rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire.
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