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He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. Wood brought up. By policemen one mustn’t shock. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. Though there is something to be said for your idea of a secret convent, at least as a hiding place. When he left these premises, three years ago, I took them from him; or rather—to deal frankly with you,—he placed me in them rent-free, for, I'm not ashamed to confess it, I've had losses, and heavy ones; and, if it hadn't been for him, I don't know where I should have been.
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