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‘What’s more,’ went on Martha, ‘I knew something Mr Charvill didn’t, or he wouldn’t so readily have left it behind him. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. ‘Charvill?’ uttered Roding frowningly. It frightened her to behold her heart and mind thus laid bare; but the chapter following would reassure her. She was quite assured that she would never see him again. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. Without whisky," went on McClintock, "your irritability is beyond tolerance.
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