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‘Ah. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. He had nothing to guide him; for though the torches were blazing ruddily below, their gleam fell only on the side of the building. " "On that night, you first met me, love," said Edgeworth Bess, endeavouring to take his hand, which he coldly withdrew. Not at all.
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