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As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. “I have nothing to say to you. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. It is absolutely a frightful neighbourhood, this. This spot, which still retains its name, acquired the appellation from an old crone who lived there, and who, in addition to a very equivocal character for honesty, enjoyed the reputation of being a witch. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. It’s wrong in the eyes of most people.
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