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"The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. " And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. "I had to give in to him. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’ ‘Merci. We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. He was damned if he knew what to do. Anyhow, they didn’t run about so much.
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