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" "And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. ’ Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to London. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last.

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