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So am I. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them.
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