Mauled about!” She fell to rubbing her insulted lips savagely with the back of her hand. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. ’ She shrugged fatalistically. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose.
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