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I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. ‘Jarvis Remenham was your mother’s father. Wood's anxiety to please her distinguished guests speedily displayed itself in a very plentiful, if not very dainty repast. He was tall, nearly six feet, and from his stature it was clear that he spent some spare time working on his physique. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. “I am much obliged to you,” he said. Sometimes she missed her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse; and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval.
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