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It was not the first time that she had spoken to us of her husband's trouble, to me as
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comforted her by such words as we could find. Did she know where her husband
was? Was it possible that we could bring him back to her?

It seems that it was. She had the surest information that of late he had, when the fit
was on him, made use of an opium den in the farthest east of the City. Hitherto his
orgies had always been confined to one day, and he had come back, twitching and
shattered, in the evening. But now the spell had been upon him eight- and-forty
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though the future only could show how strange it was to be.

But there was no great difficulty in the first stage of my adventure. Upper Swandam
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