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’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. "He has robbed him. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. If anyone noticed, he did not report the event. She made herself a private declaration of liberty. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected.
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