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"The only disguise I ever put on is a dress-suit, and I look as natural as a pig at a Mahomedan dinner. ” “That is quite untrue,” she declared cheerfully. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. 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. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. I have strength enough to drag myself there, and I do not want to return.
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