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" There was a pause. If Thames is murdered, you are his assassin. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. Leave the rest to me. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess.
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