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“Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. And then suddenly—a relief. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment.
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