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It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. It came with an extreme effect of re-discovery, a remarkable novelty. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head.
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