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But, perhaps, you'll first accompany me to my dwelling for a moment, that we may arrange our accounts before we start. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised, no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’ ‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing. Stanley. "Get it over quickly," said Trenchard, in a whisper to the thief-taker. But two weeks later he returned. Lad, I admire you even in your folly.
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