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" The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street, had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. “Sheila and Mark McCloskey?” Michelle asked. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. She thought of her costume in some detail and with considerable satisfaction, and particularly of a very jolly property dagger with large glass jewels in the handle, that reposed in a drawer in her room. He was mad. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again.
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