\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. “Forgive me, madam,” he said stiffly, “but in such a case as this it is better that nothing in the room should be disturbed until the arrival of the police. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. What a pig she was. Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence.
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