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But David Courtlaw has been here. “I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard. Prudence? Mr Remenham’s sister that was. Then I came to London and tried almost everything—all failures. ’ ‘Why must you?’ asked Gerald calmly.
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