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“Bohemianism is the least understood word ever coined. She has contrived to keep out of my sight up to this time, and I've no doubt she'll keep out of it altogether for the future. ToC About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance, murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. "No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly. She quickly strangled him with the piano wire as he looked at her, his lips open as if to scream, but his larynx had been intentionally sliced. The picture might easily apply to The Tigress: outwardly disreputable, but richly and comfortably appointed below. " "No; she accepts it," rejoined Jonathan, triumphantly.
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