"Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?—silence gives consent, eh?" Mrs. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. That is I saw her. Life is morality—life is adventure. She told me the tale the other night, and I've only elaborated it. On this I am resolved.
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