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“How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. ‘But if there is one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’ ‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. He then unlocked a cabinet, opened a secret drawer, and, lifter ransacking its contents, discovered a paper he was in search of, and a glove. “I thought you wanted to have a talk to me,” she said.
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