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It was too good to be true. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. But she found an unknown lady’s discarded garments, and selected some of those that she tried on, sending Kimble off down the secret passage to load them onto the horse she had borrowed—unbeknownst to its owner—from Father Saint-Simon. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. I ought to be able to think things out. “I think I ought to have one. In Hamilton Place that is, like I told you before, miss. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. " "As you please, Sir," replied the tapstress, coolly. These things illuminated her situation extremely.
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