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My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. ‘I begin to ask myself why it is that I wish to become of these people. From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. His face warm, Captain Roding glared them into silence, and firmly marched his captive off down Piccadilly, heading for Stratton Street where the town house of the Alderley family was situated. He listened. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun.
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