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His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. The rest of his attire was nondescript. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. ‘No! Let me alone!’ ‘It is not safe!’ ‘That is entirely my affair, and not your affair in the least,’ she told him haughtily. ‘I wish you joy of the wench.
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