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She was surprised at his modesty. Then a light seemed to break in upon him. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive.
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