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“I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. “I murdered them, John. "What has delayed you?" demanded the knight impatiently. She could have dined alone in her room; but courage had demanded that she face the ordeal and have done with it. How could she tell him of the evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind? "Yes, yes!" said the doctor. With people of that sort all sorts of things may happen.
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