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At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. If the principal instigator of the crime, whom I afterwards encountered on the platform, and who was dashed into the raging flood by the shower of bricks, escaped, his preservation must have been indeed miraculous. It would be the wrappered world almost at its best. I’m talking to you now as though you had all the wisdom and charity in the world. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. “You told me that your name was Meysey Hill. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. You must tell me what it all means. She wanted to turn him.
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