“Is this hansom for me?” she said. Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. But they been good to me, they have, sir. I don’t know what has come over me. “Yeah, I’ve heard that story. You see, it's like this.
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