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I 'm a stranger , '' replied she , quietly , with a strange absence of anxiety under the circumstances . `` But you mun find out then , '' said he , sharply , `` pier-head 's no place for a young woman to be standing on , gape-saying . '' `` I 've a card somewhere as will tell me , '' she answered , and the man , partly relieved , jumped into the boat , which was now pushing off to make way for the arrivals from some steamer . Mary felt in her pocket for the card , on which was written the name of the street where she was to have met Mr. Bridgenorth at two o'clock ; where Job and Mrs. Wilson were to have been , and where she was to have learnt from the former the particulars of some respectable lodging . It was not to be found . She tried to brighten her perceptions , and felt again , and took out the little articles her pocket contained , her empty purse , her pocket-handkerchief , and such little things , but it was not there . In fact she had dropped it when , so eager to embark , she had pulled out her purse to reckon up her money .