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‘Why, that’s it. ’ Gerald eyed her with interest. His grip twisted her wrist. She struggled not to be afraid. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price. ‘Think it’s worth getting some sort of light and following her down there?’ asked Roding. His head bent down, intent on kissing her underneath the showerhead. .
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