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Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. “We’ll clean up everything tidy,” said Capes. ‘No need to shake in your boots,’ Gerald said soothingly. For a moment she remained silent. "And who taught it you—the landlord, Joe Hind?" "No; one Blueskin, a fellow who frequents the Lion," answered Jack, with a degree of candour that astonished his master nearly as much as his confidence. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke. "Rather cramped, eh?" "Rather so, Sir," replied the other, altering his position. It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a faint muttering came to his ears. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan.
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