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She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers. He found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to attempt any such speech. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out.
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