” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. Odd, but he had never thought of the beach until this girl (who looked as if she had stepped out of the family album) referred to it with a familiarity which was as astonishing as it was profoundly sad. When she saw however that this man was a stranger, and obviously harmless, her expression changed as though by magic. Vaguely she heard the distinctive sound of male voices as she saw Gosse dive towards the fateful pew. Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirted the eastern bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began to ascend the neighbouring hill. Not a bark could be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly.
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