She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. The owner was at the door unhooking a few articles of wearing apparel which he had exposed outside for sale. He had quite enough to see to and worry about in the City without their doing things. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. ’ ‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. One post-midnight meeting, she could stand it no longer.
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