Slowly descending Snow Hill, the train passed on its way, attended by the same stunning vociferations, cheers, yells, and outcries, which had accompanied it on starting from Newgate. I do not care in the least. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Stanley. Vorsack echoed him. She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all.
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