"Where?" she cried. The Ragged Edge. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. . It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. Here, it might be anything at all. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered.
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