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“I SAY!” said Mr. ’ ‘And me,’ came the guttural response, ‘I will certainly murder you the very next time I am compelled to see your face. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. "Jack!" exclaimed Thames.
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