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driftedheavilyandthe
searanhigh.Thelikenesspassedaway,likeabreathalongthe
surfaceofthegauntpier-glassbehindher,ontheframeofwhich,
ahospitalprocessionofNegrocupids,severalheadlessandall
cripples,wereofferingblackbasketsofDeadSeafruittoblack
divinitiesofthefemininegenderandhemadehisformalbowto
MissManette.
“Praytakeaseat,sir.”Inaveryclearandpleasantyoungvoice
alittleforeigninitsaccent,butaverylittleindeed.
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“Ikissyourhand,miss,”saidMr.Lorry,withthemannersofan
earlierdate,ashemadehisformalbowagain,andtookhisseat.
“IreceivedaletterfromtheBank,sir,yesterday,informingme
thatsomeintelligenceordiscovery”
“Thewordisnotmaterial,misseitherwordwilldo.”
“respectingthesmallpropertyofmypoorfather,whomI
neversawsolongdead”Mr.Lorrymovedinhischair,and
castatroubledlooktowards