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I thought Bess would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you was nabbed. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. It is putting all my dreams out of joint. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once. "But it is much to me. Sooner or later she’s going to run away again, and I want Frith to follow her and find out where she’s living. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. “Of course!” he said. . He saw now that it was merely a boy. But send me word. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own.
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