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“My chief,” he said, “took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party. “You were there, were you?” He laughed a little impatiently. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. But they been good to me, they have, sir. A dovecoloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and made very low in front, displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe did not detract from the symmetry of a very neat ankle, and a very small foot. It’s—it’s a social difference. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. Both of them.
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