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He lit a cigarette and loitered about. A lucky escape. I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. “I will tell you the truth. She snatched about in her mind. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon.
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