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’ She pronounced it with a French inflexion, but Gerald understood her to mean the English name he knew. ’ ‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. I don’t know why that should be so acutely humiliating. Let me lie in Willesden churchyard. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself.
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