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Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices of Jonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement. ‘Not entirely English then. ’ ‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger. There is no future for me here. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. Chairs were overturned. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. "And now," said Thames, (for we must still preserve the name,) "you will no longer defer my happiness. But perhaps he was right not to tell you the truth.
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