“Why? Do you think I’m a stoner?” He asked. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. The garrets were said to be tenanted by coiners, and artists employed in altering watches and jewelry; the cellars to be used as a magazine for stolen goods. She had come to the end of her resources. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed.
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