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" "Who are you?" ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses. The low ceiling made him seem abnormally tall. He halted,—looked fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose.
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