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المؤلف: Charles Dickens

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He was driven on, and other carriages came whirling by in quick
succession; the Minister, the State-Projector, the
Farmer-General, the Doctor, the Lawyer, the Ecclesiastic, the
Grand Opera, the Comedy, the whole Fancy Ball in a bright
continuous flow, came whirling by. The rats had crept out of
their holes to look on, and they remained looking on for hours;
soldiers and police often passing between them and the spectacle,
and making a barrier behind which they slunk, and through which
they peeped. The father had long ago taken up his bundle and
bidden himself away with it, when the women who had tended the
bundle while it lay on the base of the fountain, sat there
watching the running of the water and the rolling of the Fancy
Ball--when the one woman who had stood conspicuous, knitting,
still knitted on with the steadfastness of Fate.

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