Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. Her pulses began to race. He smiled tenderly. ‘At last,’ he cried, ‘I have found you!’ He would listen to nothing. Wood gave the required promise, though he could not help thinking that if either of them had cause to be jealous he was the party. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. There's nothing on the card to indicate it, but I'm a detective.
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