‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. Very dark, like yours, ma’am. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. The other bona roba, known amongst her companions as Mistress Poll Maggot, was a beauty on a much larger scale,—in fact, a perfect Amazon. The crowd began to separate as it fell into the theater.
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