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Mr. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. ” “You do not flatter me,” she laughed. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. “I’m not a good woman. ” To which the only possible reply seemed to be, “I’m not coming home. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk. Wood. It was if the world had blinked out for a moment. Light flooded the place.
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