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‘Caught in the act by myself and Major Gerald Alderley only last week. Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever committed. What the devil is the matter, Dunster?” “I beg your pardon, sir,” the man answered, “there is a lady here to see you. Admire her as much as you choose—at a distance. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. Mrs. Mr.
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