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"The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. But Sheppard answered for him. "Yes, yes," replied Edgeworth Bess. “We will do Paris like the tourists, and thank God here comes dinner. But, no. It was a mad half-hour. "What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him.
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