The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. ” The girl shook her head. " "Understand what?" "You or this girl. ’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral. I have—run away. Escape was now impossible. ’ A reluctant laugh escaped him. Spurling, who had been hastily compounding another bowl of punch.
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