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"They had a sinister expression, under an old cocked-hat like a three-cornered spittoon, and over a great muffler for the chin and throat, which descended nearly to the wearer’s knees."
"The strong tide, so swift, so deep, and certain, was like a congenial friend, in the morning stillness."
"And now that the cloud settled on Saint Antoine, which a momentary gleam had driven from his sacred countenance, the darkness of it was heavy--cold, dirt, sickness, ignorance, and want, were the lords in waiting on the saintly presence--nobles of great power all of them; but, most especially the last. "
"A shrill sound of laughter and of amused voices--voices of men, women, and children--resounded in the street while this wine game lasted."
"Where does my father get all that iron rust from? He doesn't get no iron rust from here!"
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