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“Miss Pellissier, isn’t it?” he said. Then she came a few steps to meet him. He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like an insect. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands.
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