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He passed his arm under that of the constable, and drew him aside. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him. The trip took a full day. All the same, I don’t admit it. He had got here at speed by that means. This morning his entourage (as he jestingly called it) consisted of the girl, two spinsters (Prudence and Angelina Jedson), prim and doubtful of the world, and the young man who appeared to be considerably the worse for the alcohol he had consumed. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. But I had to know for sure.
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