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Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. As for the doctor, he found a pleasure in this service that would have puzzled him had he paused to analyse it. "Sir Cecil is no more. Sailors would leave them at the trader's. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets.
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