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The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. “So I see that you have become content with your hardscrabble existence, your week-to-week survival, your Martin Chen!” “Who?” “Your limp-wristed lover!” “Um. God gives us an equal chance; but we make ourselves. “There’s no one here except me. ” “He was probably right,” she declared. ‘And I trust you will pardon my inadequacies.
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