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Gerald’s chest tightened. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. He used a most awful word! Then he said, ‘It’s Ann Veronica gone to join her sister!’ ‘Gone!’ I said. Ho-hum! CHAPTER IX The Hong-Kong packet lay alongside the warehouse frontage. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Meantime the spinsters sought the dining room where tea was being served. I admired your chivalry. And, as usual,” she continued, a little bitterly, “I seem to have been sent along with the dullest and least edifying of Mrs. “I remember when you walked me home. By instinct.
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