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"No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly—or I will not answer for your safety. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. My, um, my curfew. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. But this made the chase all the more exciting. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. Plote was sleeping or deaf.
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