The villagers were thronging to church. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. ” He sat for a moment, absorbing. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time.
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