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The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. But never would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. He began to tell me something—and stopped. Bête, she told herself fiercely. Maggot, kissing her hand to him. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again.
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