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‘But if there is one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’ ‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove. What might it have been?’ Mrs Sindlesham shook her head helplessly. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. It was not without considerable demur and delay on the part of Sharples that the carpenter and his companion could gain admittance to the round-house. She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. That's why I'm so anxious to get her to a haven. Section 3.
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