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"Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. “All these days I have taken her for you.
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