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It was just then that she came face to face with Nigel Ennison. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one recalcitrant horse and leading another. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. "It is Jonathan. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. I am betrothed to Captain Roding, which is why you can’t have him, you see. ’ She gestured at his hand, on which Roding’s makeshift bandage had been replaced by a more efficient one. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. I believe that her ladyship is going to Carey House, and on to the Marquis of Waterford’s ball,” he added, hastily consulting a diary on the hall table. Give me the books. "We'll see," returned the thief-taker. From this spot a road, more resembling the drive through a park than a public thoroughfare, led him gradually to the brow of Dollis Hill.
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