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He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. I sha'n't cry any more. You have never seen the child within your arms perishing from hunger, and no relief to be obtained.
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