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CHAPTER XXIII. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. ’ ‘I am whatever you like,’ he agreed pleasantly, ‘but nothing is going to stop me from searching for this dagger. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. From none of these could Jack ascertain what had become of Thames, or learn any particulars concerning the family at Dollis Hill, or of his mother.
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