"I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. “We are clerks in the same bank. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist.
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