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“Here we are, living in the same suburb,” he began. ‘How the deuce did she get out without me seeing her?’ ‘Took advantage of the distraction, cunning little devil,’ Gerald snapped, racing down the corridor. Hobson was not 147 amused by the situation, which handled wrongly, could lose him his job. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. This "fatal retreat for the unfortunate brave" was marked by a low wooden railing, within which stood the triple tree.
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