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“The very question, my dear sister,” she said, “tells me that I have succeeded. “Look at me. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside.
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