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"What's that?" demanded McClintock. She went about, intentlooking and self-possessed, trim and fine, concealing her emotions whatever they were, as the realities of her position opened out before her. ‘Prudence? This name I have heard it spoken. “Why not? It might amuse me. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’ ‘Merci. Mirrors. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. "Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson.
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