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"The manager says there is still some doubt. ” “You are going to sing in London?” he said quietly. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. Opening the trap-door, he then descended to the vaults —searched each cell, and every nook and corner separately. "We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates," cried a dozen voices. “Whenever they try to take hold of life a man intervenes.
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