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The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. To that, perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. I know London better than you, and I have had to earn my own living. ” “How much do you owe them?” She knew forty pounds was a quite impossible sum for their neighbors. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. “I murder people, John. Twice he cleaned the old briar; still there was no improvement.
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