She looked back, stunned, as the merry man danced his way down the street, past the photographers and police officers freezing their cobblers off, I mean, standing on the freezing cobblestones.
McHunt was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to the pensioners, who did not die, he was a second father.
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He became as good a friend, as good a Treasurer, and as good a man, as the good old City knew.
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