"What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. His energy began to slip away and she sank her teeth into his fat carotid artery below the piano wire, which had drawn blood from his neck. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income.
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