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“I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. Kneebone's house, the young man hastened to a hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden, where, having procured a horse, he shaped his course towards the west end of the town.
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