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"I cannot sign it," returned Trenchard. May I know your name?’ The lady eyed him. “This is not every day. ” He drew a little nearer to her. He had forgiven everybody. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time.
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