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James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. That ring manifestly occupied her thoughts a great deal. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations. "Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. He laughed at her heartily, and she laughed too as she had not for a year. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in.
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