’ ‘He let them go?’ asked Miss Froxfield incredulously. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. And your great-niece. He's an interpretative genius, if there ever was one. Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman, whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortable physiognomy. When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood.
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