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Jerking forward, she jabbed backwards. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. And then! a garment that was conceivably a secondary skirt. “I don’t see that his being a good sort matters. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard.
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