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’ ‘I like that,’ Gerald protested. When she entered the office a strange scene was presented to her startled gaze. More than this, it would serve to mitigate her own abysmal loneliness to pool it temporarily with his. The crowd began to separate as it fell into the theater. She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. She was very pale, and there was a look of fear in her eyes. By this action, Lucy already knew what the answer was. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. “Goodnight. Why else?’ Gerald stared at her blankly. You understand me, sirrah?" "Perfectly," replied Jack. “Don’t be too sure of that,” she answered enigmatically. You, sir,” he added, turning to Brendon, “had better take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business.
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