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out of the house!" All was confusion in the apartment he had

quitted; Renzo, groping in the dark to find the curate, had

followed the sound of his voice, and was knocking at the door of

the room, crying, "Open, open; don't make such an outcry;" Lucy

calling to Renzo, in a supplicating voice, "Let us go, let us go,

for the love of God!" Tony, creeping on all fours, and feeling

along the floor for his receipt, which had been dropped in the

tumult; the poor Jervase, crying and jumping, and endeavouring to

find the door on the stairs, so as to escape with whole bones.