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In London itself, though in the old rustic road towards a suburb of note

where in the days of Williae-player, there

were Royal hunting-seats--howbeit no sport is left there now but for

hunters of ed in feature and in fortune, yet with sohty stacks of chi walled and subdivided out of

the recognition of their old proportions, gave the Yard a character

It was inhabited by poor people, who set up their rest alories, as Arabs of the desert pitch their tents a the fallen

stones of the Pyra

prevalent in the Yard, that it had a character

As if the aspiring city had becoround had so risen about Bleeding Heart Yard that you

got into it down a flight of steps which forot out of it by a low gateway into a maze of shabby

streets, which went about and about, tortuously ascending to the level

again At this end of the Yard and over the gateas the factory of

Daniel Doyce, often heavily beating like a bleeding heart of iron,

with the clink of metal uponthe derivation of its name The more practical of its inentler andthe whole of the tender sex, were loyal to the