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. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. ‘Do you think because you’ve managed to pull a gun on me—not to mention several daggers and a vicious little knife— that you can get away with it against a man who means business?’ ‘Do you think that the trigger I would not have pulled, or stuck the dagger into you, if you had not been as you are?’ she countered. She leaned back in the corner of the cab with a little sigh of relief.
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