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'Look here, I tell you what! You had better call at our house, if you

are going that way Twenty-four, Mews Street, Grosvenor Square My

father's got a slight touch of the gout, and is kept at ho blind on his eye-glass

side, but ashae' Young Barnacle see at all expected hi after him when he

got to the door, unwilling wholly to relinquish the bright business idea

he had conceived; 'that it's nothing about Tonnage?'

'Quite sure' With such assurance, and rather wondering what e, Mr Clennam withdrew to pursue his

inquiries Mews Street, Grosvenor Square, was not absolutely Grosvenor Square

itself, but it was very near it It was a hideous little street of dead

wall, stables, and dunghills, with lofts over coach-houses inhabited by

coach clothes and decorating

their -sills with ates The principal

chimney-sweep of that fashionable quarter lived at the blind end of Mews

Street; and the same corner contained an establishht for the purchase of wine-bottles and

kitchen-stuff

Punch's shows used to lean against the dead wall in Mews

Street, while their proprietors were dining elsewhere; and the dogs of