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CHAPTER IV.
The dwelling of old Price „was not what Edward and Lewis had at first pictured to themselves a sung cottage. by the sea-shore, from whose latticed windows, the dwellers might watch the ever-varying face of the ocean, or hail the first glimpse of the returning fishing-vessel; but a small house in one of the confined, back streets of Brighton, so close and narrow, that the children could almost fancy themselves in London again.
The little party did not go empty-handed : Edward carried a present |
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