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He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. ’ ‘Captain Roding, sir,’ put in Gerald, adding on a jocular note, ‘Another of the green whippersnappers you had to contend with some years back. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. 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. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY.
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