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" Trenchard took up a pen. " And, as the weights were removed, he fainted. This is no place for me. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest. “There is no time for that. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. . Sheppard, distractedly.
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