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“Until a girl can go away as a son does and earn her independent income, she’s still on a string. “I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. At once there came an answering knock. Her heart thudded. I will be as silent as the grave. “Well, I don’t feel like standing it. This purse," he added, chinking it in the air, "and this ring, were given me for him just now by the lady, who made a false step on leaving your house. Sometimes they marry well. The atmosphere seemed heavy with the odour of drugs.
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