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Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. What have you got to say?" "Too much," replied Kneebone, shaking his head; "sadly too much. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted. This is clear over my head. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life. "I should like to know where Mr. Only last night she saw me, and there was horror in her eyes. “She is likely somewhere on the road or perhaps in town, finding victims.
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