All right! I’m off. She was still fully dressed; so all she had to do was to pause before the mirror and give her hair a few pats. The smell of gunpowder was strong in the room. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything.
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