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“I was able to borrow the money. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. "Stolen by a gipsy when scarcely five years old, Constance Trenchard, after various vicissitudes, was carried to London, where she lived in great poverty, with the dregs of society. It is safe. From the slight sounds that had reached him in his place of confinement, he was aware that some persons had found their way to the scene of slaughter, and in a state of the most intense anxiety awaited the result of their investigation, prepared for the worst. There ends my duty. ” There was a strange look in her face, the look of a frightened child.
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