“When are you going away?” He asked. “What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier’s flat to-night? You were looking at her windows. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. . ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. ” She replied.
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