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One of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light. Covered with houses, from one end to the other, this reverend and picturesque structure presented the appearance of a street across the Thames. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. For thirty years I have lived alone; but once upon a time I lived among men. “I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly.
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