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After rifling the room of everything portable, including some of Mrs. “Of course he may merely have been telling her who we were, but I think it improbable. 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. I could not dream of loving you. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. Plote was sleeping or deaf. Her father for fifteen years, and you now for the rest of her life! Tell her you're a thief.
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