THE HOLYHEAD ROAD 



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In the dim twilight of that November dawn Mr. 

 Ambrose Rookwood, the young Cathoh'c gentleman, 

 whose relays of fine horses had excited such discussion 

 on the North-western Road — came out into these dis- 



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tracted streets, in company with a friend — one Mr. 

 Thomas Winter. The two gentlemen walked aimlessly 

 here and there for some time, listening attentively to all 

 that was said on all sides, now joining themselves to a 

 group and adding questions on their own part, to the 



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