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First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. “You need have no further trouble. I know nothing of that young lady. “She is likely somewhere on the road or perhaps in town, finding victims. ” “Why did you keep her all of these years? What good can it do?” “She created me, Lucia. Seems you were right about Valade. He was therefore obliged to use the iron bar, which he did with as much caution as circumstances would permit. She gloried in it: he needed her. ” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be easy and colloquial: “You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing.
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