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‘Now then, Gerald, out with it. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room.
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