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And the woman who showed this room was tall, with an understanding eye and the quiet manner of the well-trained servant. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. ’ ‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill, acid in his voice. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. “I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. "Dying, Sir Rowland. " "What time is it?" inquired Jack.
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