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The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. She turned and looked at the red LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55. But it means no end of a row.
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