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‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. I’ve tried to use my authority. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. Dolby was portly and handsome. “Forty guineas a week. I am resolved to see her, without delay, and ascertain if it's possible to remove her. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII.
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