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Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. She turned her head away sharply. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. ” “The sooner the better,” he answered.
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