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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton,  A Gentleman's Gentleman — Chapter 3 (1896)

“ When at last my master opened his lips, his voice was like a whisper of a man in a vault.
"Run for help and a doctor," said he. "God grant we are dreaming!"
He staggered out with me to the door, and our cries brought the old hag from the porter's lodge. She had a lantern in her hand, and she and my master went back to the studio together. When I returned in ten minutes' time—a doctor at my heels—I found the two together chafing the dead woman's hands, and trying to force brandy between her lips.
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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton,  A Gentleman's Gentleman — Chapter 3 (1896)

“ I was shivering like a boy in a swimming-bath two minutes after the door closed upon us, and I don't believe Nicky was any better.
"The blazes of a place it is, for sure," said he. "To think that she lives alone in such a hovel as this. It can't be for want of the money; they say she's earning twenty pounds a week, and will earn more.
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