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The ladies nex morning set out for the City, and I walked behind, doing the genteel thing, with a nosegy and a goold stick.

We walked down the New Road--we walked down the City Road--we walked to the Bank.

We were crossing from that heddyfiz to the other side of Cornhill, when all of a sudden missis shreeked, and fainted spontaceously away.
I rushed forrard, and raised her to my arms: spiling thereby a new weskit and a pair of crimson smalcloes.