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Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. Sepulchre's church, where, in compliance with an old custom, it halted. “Sufficient unto me is the change thereof,” he said, with all the effect of an epigram. But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside. She wished she had not stood up. “What a gloomy person you are!” she murmured. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. God help me. This is not what I want. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline.
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