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His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. "Lady Trafford would not have thus condemned me!" cried Thames. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said.
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