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Lucy stepped inside. ‘Hilary, you must stop referring to mademoiselle as “she”. Giles's church, the bell of which continued tolling all the time, passed the pound, and entered Oxford Road, or, as it was then not unfrequently termed, Tyburn Road. ’ Gerald was staring at her, an arrested expression on his face. ‘Gabbling and muttering in a foreign tongue, that’s what I heard, sir,’ had declared the gap-toothed ancient, when he told them of the initial foray he had made, sneaking around the house in the dark. I have suffered too much from your treachery. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin.
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