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When he beheld Jack he uttered a deep groan. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. An astonished Jack Kimble was revealed in the aperture. The fellow is little better than a lunatic. . By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. This is no place for me. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. " "I fancied I heard voices," rejoined Sir Rowland.
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