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withtwolittlecounters,wheretheoldestofmenmadeyour
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chequeshakeasifthewindrustledit,whiletheyexaminedthe
signaturebythedingiestofwindows,whichwerealwaysundera
shower-bathofmudfromFleetStreet,andwhichweremadethe
dingierbytheirownironbarsproper,andtheheavyshadowof
TempleBar.Ifyourbusinessnecessitatedyourseeing“the
House,”youwereputintoaspeciesofCondemnedHoldatthe
back,whereyoumeditatedonamisspentlife,untiltheHouse
camewithitshandsinitspockets,andyoucouldhardlyblinkatit
inthedismaltwilight.Yourmoneycameoutof,orwentinto,
wormyoldwoodendrawers,particlesofwhichflewupyournose
anddownyourthroatwhentheywereopenedandshut.Your
banknoteshadamustyodour,asiftheywerefastdecomposing
intoragsagain.Yourplatewasstowedawayamongthe
neighbouringcesspools,andevilcommunicationscorruptedits
goodpolishinadayortwo.Yourdeedsgotintoextempori