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’ Madame ventured a glance up at his face, and fluttered her lashes. Some of your sex, I mean. In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. ‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of Christ-church, without ceremony. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. ” “My dear young lady,” the official said irritably, “this man would not have your name and address in his pocket without an object.

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