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For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. . ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. You will make him get his daughter, if you please.
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