I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. "This gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. ‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. My nerves are shaken.
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