" The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street, had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. I received a telegram, as you know, during dinner. Deuce take it! I was very near spelling my name with one P. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. Everybody talking of you. Wood's.
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