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"Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. "I don't see how you do it, Hoddy. If he senses fear in the touch of your hand, he'll give you trouble. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. It was not as bad a wound as she had at first thought, and the blood was only oozing now.
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