" "Liar!" cried Jack. He stood away from her. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. We mustn’t make it so. There it is. Sheppard prepared for church. She raised this with the air of a conspirator unmasking, and displayed a tear-flushed face. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe.
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