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The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. Befuddle yourself, if you want to. But she had not reckoned with the etiquette of Canongate. "I have just parted from one," said Trenchard. I came to the Beck’s house. Nasty, damp passages. “No. " But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside, and folded his arms, muttering, "This whim will soon be over.
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