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The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. “Where are they?” She looked around. "Well, what sort of journey have you had, Quilt?" asked the man as he hastened to assist Sir Rowland to dismount. Least of all myself. I couldn’t help the thought. But women—women as a rule don’t throw themselves into things like that. She doubted if Manning would even listen to that. She wanted to live. Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and that woman of his, one by one. .
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