We were going at a mad pace. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. The change will come to-day. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. CHAPTER I.
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