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What of that?"
"Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'. ‘You’ve found her out?’
‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. She directed the little old woman and then made her
way to van D. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. I have only just left Wych Street. The thought of
their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact—
disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked
at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?”
“I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. “Who can tell?” she said. He regretted—
more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. "
"Very well. “No, don’t interrupt me. Notwithstanding the remonstrances of Wood and
Winifred, Thames instantly followed the domestic, and found a man, with his
face muffled up, at the door, as she had described.
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