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Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. " At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. “I think,” she said, “that I will tell you everything.
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