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‘You did not find Gosse, that is seen, but—’ ‘Gosse? Gosse? Who’s this here Gosse then?’ ‘He is the Frenchman of whom I told you. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. He agreed it was disgraceful. I would have liked to know. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night.
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