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” He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him. Her lips parted, but no words came. "He called me a wanton, Hoddy. Every man in her life had betrayed her one way or another. I should be sorry if Shotbolt got the reward. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees.
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