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"As like as life. “It was very tiring. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. The features were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun? Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. ’ She was about to develop this theme, when Jack’s gaze became fixed, and his expression changed.
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