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The discourse, then, turned to Darrell's old playmate, Jack Sheppard; and Mr. Think better of it. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. ‘Gerald Alderley, I don’t know what you deserve. Her fingers rested upon his. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an overwrought sort of way.
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