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Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. You have grown into my life. “There I can’t help,” said Capes. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. “I killed him. ” He sat like a man turned to stone. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife.
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