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He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. " "I'm sure I'm very sorry. Vite, I pray you. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. Her aunt went off at a tangent.
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