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           Iglancedatmycompanion,andhisfacehadassumedsuchadisconsolateexpressionthatitwasallIcoulddotokeepmycountenance. 

           Theoldcronedrewoutaneveningpaper,andpointedatouradvertisement. “It’sthisashasbroughtme,goodgentlemen,”shesaid,droppinganothercurtsey; “agoldweddingringintheBrixtonRoad. ItbelongstomygirlSally,aswasmarriedonlythistimetwelvemonth,whichherhusbandisstewardaboardaUnionboat,andwhathe’dsayifhecome‘omeandfoundherwithoutherringismorethanIcanthink,hebeingshortenoughatthebesto’times,butmoreespeciallywhenhehasthedrink. Ifitpleaseyou,shewenttothecircuslastnightalongwith 

           “Isthatherring?”Iasked. 

           “TheLordbethanked!”criedtheoldwoman; “Sallywillbeagladwomanthisnight. That’sthering.” 

           “Andwhatmayyouraddressbe?”Iinquired,takingupapencil. 

           “13,DuncanStreet,Houndsditch. Awearywayfromhere.” 

           “TheBrixtonRoaddoesnotliebetweenanycircusandHoundsditch,”saidSherlockHolmessharply. 

           Theoldwomanfacedroundandlookedkeenlyathimfromherlittlered-rimmedeyes. “Thegentlemanaskedmeformyaddress,”shesaid.“Sallylivesinlodgingsat3,MayfieldPlace,Peckham.” 

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