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Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. Even your family. His hands came up, his face broke apart. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after you played the violin for them. I'll leave these out, and to-morrow you can read them through. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket.
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