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Chapter Seventeen
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    I said, I got a lift here was nobody here, save Mr ay—

    Mr ay? She frowned. Mr ay is gone -

    A servant, they said.

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    S  o be frightened of, rnow?

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    Not before? I said.

    Not before.

    tricked you, too, then.

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    My moto look at  my mother was a murderess.

    I t my motead—

    S say it. Neit yet. But I turned to look at her again, and swallowed, and said,

    You  to see  trons words.

    She nodded. She spoke of you, she said.

    Of me?  did she say?

    t s s en times over, before you s s t to make you a commonplace girl. t t aking a je. t dust falls away

    I closed my eyes.  last come closer.

    Sue, shis house is yours.

    I dont  it, I said.

    t, if you wis. You shall be rich.

    I dont  to be riced to.be ric—

    But I ated. My  oo full. oo close, too clear. I t —not at trial, but on t t Gentleman died. tere
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