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The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. But that possibility had been anticipated. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. "Bravo, Poll!" cried Jack, who having again pinioned Shotbolt, was now tracing a few hasty lines on a sheet of paper.
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