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‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. "Once for all, I shall go. In one of these seats, at the end of the aisle farthest removed from the chancel, the widow took her place, and addressed herself fervently to her devotions. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. I know not who you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice.
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