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He came to her and stood before her, waiting, the morning light dazzling his eyes. “Forgive me,” he said. The applause was uproarious at the end of the concert. In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. \"Yes, uh, no. It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning. “A very clear statement, madam,” he said. He gripped the window-sill behind him.
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