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not describe my feelings when I found myself in a cage in Cursitor street, instead of that fine house in Berkeley square, which was to have been mine as the husband of Mrs. Mannasseh. What a palace!—in an odious, dismal street leading from Chancery lane—a hideous Jew boy opened the second of three doors; and shut when Mr. Nabb and I (almost fainting) had entered: then he opened the third door, and then I was introduced to a filthy place, called a coffee-room, which I exchanged for the solitary comfort of a little dingy back parlor, where I was left for a while to brood over my miserable fate. Fancy the change between this and Berkeley square! Was I, after all my pains, and cleverness, and perseverance, cheated