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She still had her letter of credit. ’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. ‘Gone!’ he said. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. It was the grand nursery of vice. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable to the needle in the haystack. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said.
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