Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. You are afraid of the warmth in your blood. Lord help him! he's the very image of his father.
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