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Retracing his steps, he arrived, without further accident, at the eastern platform of the starling. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. Kneebone took his leave. What else could he do? You can’t kick up a scene on the spur of the moment in the face of such conflicting values as he had before him. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. Conscientious objectors to that process are not permitted, she found, in Canongate.
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