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" "You are heiress to the Trenchard property," rejoined Jonathan, "one of the largest estates in Lancashire. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. Larry would be up soon. " "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. \"I guess so. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper.
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