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Walpole's order to that effect—but not before. “I’m so glad you’re here, Peter,” she said. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. She is called Madame Ibstock, you understand. Hill closed his eyes. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away.
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