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"Couldn't you speak to him?" "What?—and be insulted for my trouble? No, thank you!" "That is it. He stopped before her suddenly. The noise was raucous. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. It made her hungry. Occasionally she would be missing a sock or a bra, so she took to storing those things in her gym locker.
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