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" "Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said; and right sorry am I, I struck him. ” She sat very still. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. ‘Then we will beg. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. You, sir,” he added, turning to Brendon, “had better take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business. Preparations were next made for taking Thames on board.
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