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"I give you one minute for reflection. People running, screaming, hiding. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. ” She had spoken rather rapidly. Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect. Not like my father. “The horse’s knees are broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. " "So far you are correct," observed Trenchard; "still, this is no secret. "Oh! Sir, if you'd seen her as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery. I’m not half smart enough for the West End.
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