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Mrs Sindlesham’s wrinkled cheek had paled, and her eyes were fixed upon Gerald in a look that wrung his heart. On searching the coat, he found, amongst other matters, a mask, a key, and a pocket-book. “I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners,” she said. You must think it over. "O, lud!" she cried; "French noblemen in disguise! and so rude as I was! I shall never recover it!" "A good supper will set all to rights," insinuated Kneebone. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before.
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