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And Gosse had been still there, so Martha said, and not in prison. They don’t know who did it, actually. Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. Hey. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. ‘Not entirely English then. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. Ramage, speaking the simplest first thought of his heart. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. He looked distant, irritated.
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