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“I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. I think too much about myself. Earles attended her obsequiously to the door. ‘It’s a pretty name. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. . Never mind. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death. “What a little brick!” he murmured. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks. ’ And with that he went off to the City, stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate—a great slice of bacon hardly touched. ” “We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff voice.
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