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116 sidewalk and were "pitching cents." It was like an old daguerreotype. One of the gamesters was having hard luck, but was taking it merrily. "I owe you six," I heard him say, as his coin stood on edge and rolled perversely away from the knife-blade.

This was very near to "Meeting-house Green." I hope I am doing no harm to speak of it.