’ “Crude, I admit. ” He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit apartment on the ground floor. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. Folks don’t like ’em. There was a hint of tears in her voice. "Here is my purse; and I trust you will let me know to whom I am indebted for this important service.
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