This part is by Marian (and is also posted here). I'm up next. Let us know if you want to write the part after mine!
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“It
was yesterday evening when it all happened. I had just been over to
visit Caddy—Mrs Turveydrop—and I had taken my leave at about half-past
seven, much later than I’d intended. I walked down to the end of the
street directly and waited there a moment, ready to hail the first cab
I saw. I’d not been standing five minutes, however, when a boy in a
ragged top hat appeared very suddenly, from out of nowhere, as it
seemed. He came up to me in a cautious, fugitive sort of way, and
startled me further by speaking my name.
“‘Yes, I am Esther Summerson,’ I said. ‘And you—’
“‘Feller by the name of Allan Woodcourt sent me. Said I’d find you here.’
“‘Mr Woodcourt?’
“‘Hush! it ain’t the time for small talk. Come on—if we don’t get out of here sharp, we’ll find ourselves in a pretty pickle!’
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