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PERHAPS it was the freshness of the atmosphere, perhaps it was the burning anger of Charlotte Beaumont's eyes, but Omley seemed to come to himself and grasped the fact that something out of the common had happened. There was a note of shame in his voice.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "What possessed one of your name to come into a slum like this?"