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Unlocking it, he entered the chamber, which by no means belied its external appearance. The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. The advanced guard rode on to drive away any opposition, while the main body of the procession crossed the bridge, and slowly toiled up Holborn Hill. " "But not for me," growled Terence, in an under tone. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing.
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