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6. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. She let Jack go as he passed through the opening. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. "But you've done well to trust me. ” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away. ’ ‘Woof!’ Sergeant Trodger’s eyes fairly popped out of his head, and he seized his prisoner’s arm again. “It’s my fault. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not.
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