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‘Come inside at once, child. ’ ‘You certain? She’s a thought too volatile for my money. So am I. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. Between his lectures—and primarily he was an itinerant lecturer—he manoeuvred in vain to acquire some facts regarding the girl, who she was, whence she had come; but always she countered with: "What is that?" Guileless she might be; simple, never.
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