Lucy sighed. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall woman with a kindly face to show it. She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. " "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. I can vouch for that.
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